Great Lengths

I found this article humorous about moms who didn't want to give birth on 6-6-06. An excerpt:

In New York, "people are canceling left and right because of what today represents," said Liza Washington, an administrative assistant at Children's Hospital of the New York-Presbyterian Medical Center. More than a dozen deliveries were postponed because of 666, which is said to be the "Number of the Beast" in the Bible's book of Revelation.

I wasn't even aware of the date until my young friend Sveta mentioned it yesterday. "If I were a crazy person, I'd pick 6-6-06 to do something crazy," she said. She had a point. I didn't think about it too much after that.

Something weird did happen today, though. I was watching TV in my basement earlier this evening and I kept hearing a scratching noise on the window. I finally pulled the shade up to look into my deep window well, and I came face to face with...a baby bunny. It had fallen through the grate into the well, and had no way of getting out. I quickly ran upstairs and asked my housemate help me with the rescue effort. We pulled out the screen and managed to coax the little guy (and he was little) into a paper sack. Then I took him upstairs and let him go in the front yard. It was rather exciting. The sad part of the story is that I discovered another bunny who evidently met with the same fate — probably last spring — and was not so lucky. I'm a country girl. I took care of it.

Anyway, happy 6.6.06! I'll leave you with this: "Surely goodness and love will follow me all the days of my life, and I will dwell in the house of the LORD forever. —Psalm 23:6