Grief

[mishalak]

I spent a restless night trying to get comfortable. Were I a different sort I'm sure I would attribute this to psychic knowledge rather than just my usual sleep problems. I got up at six (local time), much, much earlier than I usually do and turned on the television to have just the right amount of noise as I made breakfast. First thing I heard, "Incident in London" and I had a sinking feeling. They use such mild language for the worst of things and not for small events which they describe in near apocalyptic terms. I went about making myself two eggs over-medium, three strips of turkey bacon crispy, a sliced tomato, and finally a cup of green tea. But I've got grief in my heart that food will not help.

Thinking of you London.