The Need to be Held

Sometimes, you just need to be held. For various reasons, this has been a remarkably trying week for me. From the forecast for the near future, it's probably going to get worse for quite a while before it gets better. So, for reasons unbeknownst to pretty much anyone reading this, I feel the need to do something I've done in the past: post U2 lyrics.

Van Dieman's Land - Rattle and Hum, 1988

Hold me now, oh hold me now
'til this hour has gone around
And I'm gone on the rising tide
For to face Van Diemen's land

It's a bitter pill I swallow here
To be rent from one so dear
We fought for justice and not for gain
But the magistrate sent me away

Now kings will rule and the poor will toil
And tear their hands as they tear the soil
But a day will come in this dawning age
When an honest man sees an honest wage

Hold me now, oh hold me now
'til this hour has gone around
And I'm gone on the rising tide
For to face Van Diemen's land

When times get rough, and the time comes to demonstrate superhuman capabilities, it's a good opportunity to remember those things you're thankful for. Today I came back to Zoo Station to find a dissenting comment from my dear friend, Father Time, and a complimentary comment from another great friend, Peter/"sneaky pete". I want those of you who read and comment here, even occasionally, to know that I really do appreciate your patronage; it's one of those things that keeps me going.

Right then, off to bed.