Tuesday night.

You do wonder sometimes what is going on in his wee head!  Eliot can sit here for a long time just looking ... he doesn't miss a thing ... but you'd think he was simply gazing into space while his mind sorts out the cares of the world!  It is the spot in which you'll find him most frequently.

Bread of the world, in mercy broken,
wine of the soul, in mercy shed,
by whom the words of life were spoken,
and in whose death our sins are dead;
look on the heart by sorrow broken,
look on the tears by sinners shed;
and be your feast to us the token
that by your grace our souls are fed.

Church Hymnal number 403

Reginald Heber ((1783-1826)