that's a fine good morning for you.

setting: bald man trying to sleep in a basement bed room, tossing and turning to the sound of a dehumidifier while wife and children sleep soundly.

Bald Man: "I feel like I'm wrestling with God...."

God: Might as well go to the prayer room. Wrestle with me here, wrestle with me there, I don't care. At least there you aren't wrestling alone.

So here I am. And it is good.

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