Give us this day our daily blog roll

RantWoman confesses, she is supposed to be at work. She is her own boss, so she has even less excuse for her brain to be gamboling around the internet than a conventional workplace.

RantWoman knows that the average adult spends a large percentage of his or her time thinking about a few specific things. RantWoman will leave the main content of her mental tempests to her readers' imaginations and will beg indulgence for thinking perhaps that others' mental landscapes in any way resemble her own. RantWoman will simply note that in addition to these predictable streams, she has a lovely basket of aches, pains, crotchets: sore teeth, itchy eyes, dyspepsia, plantar fasciitis,osteoarthritis, and this does not even go near the storms in RantWoman's psyche.


Maybe RantWoman will just blame storms in her psyche for her seemingly unending capacity almost to forget her spiritual center and degenerate into total twitchiness. All RantWoman can say is Thank God for Blog Roll. RantWoman thinks she could say that; what came out is something a little different:

Oh force, spirit, Father, Mother, Christ, Light whose name we cannot agree about and whose all-encompassingness we cannot localize,

Hallowed be thy innumerable names,

Thy Kindom, er Kingdom come, preferably in more accessible less flagrantly royalist language,

on earth, no matter how much of a mess we have made of it, as in heaven which we have not gotten around to completely messing up yet.

Give us this day our daily Blog Roll for we have trusted in Your Divine Guidance and twisted humor about what to put there in the first place and entrusted our spiritual life largely to what washes up daily out of the ether / er. Internet

Lead us not into temptation and that includes all the things we blunder into and all the things on the internet that will suck up all the time we could spent praying, worshipping, and generally doing something, anything besides our fixation du jour.

Forgive us our sins as we have forgiven those who have sinned against us, or considering how well RantWoman is doing about the latter, maybe even a little further.

For thine is the Kingdom and the Power and the Glory, again with the royalist language, mixed in with "thine," prime quality Quakerese which RantWoman will now digress for better research about plain speech, plain dress, plain weather, plain nonsense, forever and ever without end amen.