Fifteen minutes to go… New page on calendar… Must write new teaser…
Fourteen minutes.Â What to write… Can’t think of anything…
Thirteen minutes.Â Must say something… People will wonder.Â Maybe out loud.
Twelve minutes.Â Can’t wait for countdown.Â Readers impatient.Â Anvils ring hollow.
Eleven minutes.Â What to do… What to say… JackHammer hooked to air hose.
Ten.Â No time now.Â Must think of something.Â JackHammer poised.Â Nothing to pound on.
Nine.Â There should be a law… Wait a second… Law.
Eight.Â Naaaaaah… They already call us legalists.Â Can’t feed them.Â JachHammer makes gravel.
Six.Â Maybe.Â Law is not Graceless.Â JackHammer is blunt.
Five. Â Can grace be law?Â Can law be grace?Â JackHammer trigger finger itches.
Four.Â Grace is not lawless.Â Where are my gloves?Â JackHammer searches for nice chunks of concrete.
Two.Â Got it!Â Got JackHammers!
One.Â Law and Grace.Â Grace and Law.Â JackHammer ready.
Lift off.Â JackHammer making little stones.Â Breaking it down for you.Â Law and Grace.Â All month in August.
You’ll need gloves.Â And a long sleeve shirt.