Some days start with a whimper or a groggy nod.
Some days ignite with the spark and sputter of progress.
Other days smell of burnt rubber and spinning wheels. Then there are those events that trammel the thump of the daily rhythm into a sudden, profound, silence. This is one of those days. Yesterday, I heard that Terry Tanner, a friend and fellow preacher, had a heart attack. In a few hours I went from knowing nothing, to finding out that Terry had already had an operation and was resting from his ordeal back home in Charlottetown.