One of those Dives and Lazarus moments.
Just heard that a dear friend who came to Tom's party, and was lovely, cheerful, caring, had had a piece of shocking, cruel, confusing news the night before. Loss compounded for someone who has had far too much of it in recent years.
Catching up with blogs, as well as all the joy and fun and brightness in them, I feel sometimes I am standing by, holidaying in too much unhappiness, I am worried and powerless and doubtful.
Dives is suffering a bit of indigestion.
I need to be working on the coming year's teaching anyway. Just pictures for a while, I think.