Thursday, November 19, 2015


Trying to get restarted, with Italian, with French, with making menus, doing shopping.  But the memory of my daughter's travail hangs on..... and the idea of international terrorism sucks the air out of the room. I just want to huddle in bed.

Hoping that there are people who are smarter and more compassionate than me, running things.  Smarter, probably. More compassionate... compassionate at all to those who aren't like them.... kind of doubt it.

I want simple answers, and answers at all are thin on the ground. 

1 comment:

RozWarren said...

I get you. Although my preferred place for huddling is UNDER the bed. Adds that extra element of safety when the ceiling falls in on you.