Thursday, October 4, 2012

It Was Bound to Happen

Squeak, squeak, squeak goes the wheel.  The rhythmic sound is almost soothing.

But the hamster starts to go faster.  "It just takes one more minute."  "This is important."  "It's what good _____ (fill in the blank) do."

Except all these "one more minutes" have a culminating effect.  When everyone else tells you what is important, you forget what really IS important.

And you know what's going to happen.  The poor little hamster is going to run so fast, she's going to tumble butt over head.  It was bound to happen.

where Glory meets my suffering