Peace be upon you.
I keep thinking about that guy who killed his kids last week because they were starting to talk about how they went camping and daddy put mommy in the trunk. He waited until his court-ordered supervised visit and when the social worker showed up he told the boys he had a big surprise for them.
Then he slammed the door in the social worker’s face, and took after the boys with a hatchet.
Doused the house in gasoline and set it on fire.
I made a big breakfast of bacon and eggs and waffles. Hot coffee.
It fed us all.
“Nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita
mi ritrovai per una selva oscura
ché la diritta via era smarrita.”
Una selva oscura.