Brigitte's beautiful little teapot has performed admirably today, holding boiling water and slices of ginger for hot drinks to ease a nasty lurgi that has taken hold me, the consequence, probably, of not enough sleep, and the downside of that miracle, air travel.
Through the blogosphere yesteday I learned of a woman whose husband was shot down dead for his gold wedding band in a robbery in a drugstore here in the States. This after they had just moved their young family from Bloemfontein, where I was born, to NC, where she was to take up a teaching post at a university. I lay awake a long time last night thinking about her and her overwhelming loss.
There is little sense to life. We have to make of it what we can. And know constantly, how much luck determines our way forward.