Ring Out, Ye Wild and Merry Bells

I AM A BELLRINGER.   Not little tinkly handbells, but big, bronze, high in the sky, swinging back and forth tower bells. I got involved in Change Ringing – which is what this particular pastime is called – when I was a freshman at the University of Chicago.  At that time, U of C’s Mitchell Tower…

Signs of Spring

Today was a beautiful day in London, made more so by the rain-soaked day that preceded it. The beauty of my flat is that it is walking distance both to the hospital as well as to the office.  So I had enough time this morning to walk to work.  As I passed St. Anne’s Limehouse I…

Gratitude

Despite the fact that Mary Elizabeth’s infection seems to be going away, I’ve been troubled by her lack of responsiveness.  That fact, combined with increasing difficulties with sleep is leaving me a little ragged around the edges.  So when I left the office today – later than I would have liked – I wasn’t exactly feeling…