The week seems to have flown by in slow motion. The disaster in the gulf looks like it will kill lots of people who didn't deserve what happened to them, and the real horrors are not even known yet. The stories of dying babies made me cry. Painful terrible things happen to people and when I see them it makes my earthly problems (like $3 gas) seem so petty.
But I still have real feelings about my life. And I have cried more than once this week. And through the tears I learned some things about myself that I had not seen. And now I feel better about my life. And I see now how I can be better to the people I care about. Which gives me peace.