The Everyday is here. I don’t really know when it arrived. I guess it sneaked up on me as usual. I discovered it when I was heading into the city center earlier today.
				It is true I do not speak as well as I can think. But that is true of most people, as nearly as I can tell.
			Borrowing someone else's eyes and senses for a while and discover another world.

	On the raised area near the altar another woman dressed in traditional nun clothes was sweeping the floor. Slowly and methodically, back and forth.