I leave Prague tomorrow. I turn off the lights, pull down the blind, and say goodbye to my office. As I take the number 20 tram to Andel for the last time, and then the metro home to
God comes by and asks me to feed his cat while he goes to Majorca for a week on vacation. "Sure, no problem." I say, "but why do you need a vacation?" "Touché
I go downstairs to talk to God. It's a spontaneous visit, but He has tea on, and a plate of cakes set out. "It's a good day, Mark," He greets me, opening
Here's an admission: Sometimes two things happen on one day, and on many days nothing happens. So I fiddle the dates of the entries in my blog. God: That's not the only thing you
It strikes me that I don't talk about God enough in my blog- seeing as He created the universe and everything in it, and I have the singular fortune of living in the apartment directly above
