Saturday, March 22, 2025

     Last night in the dark I hear a new sound outside. An Owl maybe. It goes on and on. I think through a list of possibilities and decide I would like it to be an Owl.

     My partially done tax papers are spread across the dinning room table for the last couple of days. I was distracted in the middle of the job and now just walk past the table. I have a new unused printer in my office. I am hopeful that I can make it work.

     I am reading a book recommended by an old friend, MISSION TO PARIS by Alan Furst.  A mystery story set in Paris as war threatens in 1938, just two years before I was born.

    The Rachel Maddow reports are becoming more intense, and scary. I am drawn to watching them five days a week and yet I feel helpless in protesting. At this point I can pay attention and witness what is happening. I wonder if this how people felt in Paris in 1938.