This year it would seem that the cruelest month is June, not April, what with families being split apart with no easy way to be reunited, and legal authorities determined to, well, I'm not at all sure what they're on about. I just know that it doesn't make for happy reading.When I'm done with the letter-writing, phone-calling, petition-signing, oh-do-I-have-to activities, I have a few methods for coping:
o Elizabeth George mysteries;
o Working on mosaics in the garage;
o Searching for my new baby friends - the return of the katydids!
Let's all hope that July will be better.
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