I'm counting off the hours until Pure Luck returns home. A trip that might have gone into tomorrow will end around dinnertime, and I am eager to see him.
I'm watching the clock and I'm thinking of the calendar, of the short days after Molly's death before his departure, of the grieving process LP and I and even Sam experienced fully while he (and the boys) were far away.
I'm remembering how much snow lay on the ground on February 15th.
I'm grateful for the sun breaking through, at least a little, today, June 20th.
I'm thinking about people in Iran who wonder when their spouses or children or friends will come in and be safe for the night, or whether any of them can really be safe.
Just watched a
video so graphic know it would traumatize. What we would not broadcast,
do we post? This is a new frontier for journalists.
And I respond:
While I don't want to see graphic violence, maybe it's time for the power of such acts to reside in the stopping of them.