My thoughts are with the victims of the recent attacks in London. Some lives were lost and others broken.
Phillip is about to go to Iraq, where he will see terrible things. Alison is fast learning how hard it is to manage on one's own. Aubrey is just at the edge of seeing the darkness people are capable of and Orion lives at the center of a sunlit, toy-filled world where everyone loves each other.
I try to keep focused on the work. On good days, it helps put things into perspective. On really good days, it helps others put things into perspective too.
Aubrey and I went to Starbucks for iced coffee. (yes, baaaaaaah, I know) Seven-fifty for two coffees. More than we spent on books we 'rescued' from the thrift store.
Aubrey stirred her frappacino, "So, my fat cells will never go away."
"Yeah, but they can get smaller."
"But, they will always be there. Just sitting there....waiting for a cookie."
Speaking of coffee. It's high time for some. And to go make art. Because, really right now I don't know what else I can do.