One of the people at my job enjoys a full benefits package and a generous salary, and one of us makes eight bucks an hour.

The day we call Palm Sunday brackets Jesus’ life at the first of the week, with Easter at the end.  Each day, Palm Sunday and Easter, are days of victory and power, of celebration and joy.  If we only read and reflect on these two days and not the rest of that week of Jesus’ life, then we fail to grasp the poisson, the suffering that our Lord and Savior had to endure for our benefit.

Guess who wrote this little gem about, apparently, Jesus’ fish and suffering.   And guess who labors to correct it.

Sometimes I get a bit grumpy.  Today is one of those times.

I’m going to go on a run in the woods today, and it, like life in general, will be wonderful.  Life is wonderful, you know.  Most of the time I’m sort of disproportionately happy and am pleased by nearly everything.

Right now, though, I’m getting a bit of a headache from unraveling this labyrinthine prose and feeling oh so slightly under-valued.