(One of Pozzo’s lines in Waiting for Godot.)

The other day, I quoted another line of Pozzo’s in Waiting for Godot. It was about meeting new people along our way, and I talked about it terms of blogging. Colin, one of those people I’ve recently met along the way, pointed to it today, and it caused me to return to waiting to Godot.

Pozzo’s departing line is, “They give birth astride of a grave, the light gleams an instant, then it's night once more.” I am struggling with a difficult work issue right now. This afternoon, Kim came upstairs saying that the water heater was leaking. Actually, it was the pipe leading from the radiators to the furnace, so we are without heat right now.

My sleep has been erratic, so these bleak thoughts resonate.
(To sleep, perchance to dream.)

So, "What do we do now, ... while waiting"? We could blog. "It'll pass the time."