"Don't Fear the Reaper" on the radio just before I got to work.

Meanwhile, more suicides, the wife had a tale of death while institutionalized on yesterday's sunset dog walk, just recommended a pc tech to somebody at work whose former one overdosed on pills in the woods.

Makes me want to give everybody a big hug, not that it would help, of course.

Looking this morning of a photo I took over a year ago of some fabric printed with owls, thought about how much what seems beautiful and significant to me varies one moment to the next. Not what they seem.