Tonight a friend called to say another friend's mother had died. She was a good person, to whom I had not spoken in years. I work tomorrow. I travel for work late Sunday. We went to see a movie whose basic sci-fi fun got buried in a haze of gratuitous violence. I drove in a parking garage listening to public radio news, thinking about how power corrupts. The key is not to use the ring to fix things--the key is to throw it into a flame.
It's almost time to plant trees to replace our front yard natives, which did not survive.