Tw-eet

I love Spring, or at least what passes for it in Western New York. This morning as I laid in bed, quite possibly more asleep that awake, I heard some birds singing outside my window. The passage from Saint Matthew popped into my head, "Look at the birds of the air, that they do not sow, neither do they reap, nor gather into barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them." A nice reminder for a guy like me who worries about everything -- my job, the kids, the car, my health. I had one of those perfect moments of clarity and realized how foolish this is. I rolled over and caught a few more ZZZZs...