Lying in bed looking up at the ceiling at the retreat house I notice that there are nails poking out of the ceiling over my head. The roof nails are too long. I wonder how long they have been there and if anyone else has noticed.

Oh yes I am supposed to be doing something else. It's time to get up and sit on my cushion in front of a wall for the day and part of the evening and not think of the nails over my bed.