Ever have one of those days when all that is spoken around you is disturbing stuff? ie. Our knitting group today recounted all the murders in Blacksburg dating back 40 years ago. They also discussed particularly gruesome recent national murders with Mothers and Babies brutally beaten and killed in their homes...then as I was leaving, one of our customers chimed in that she had been raped by her father every night since she was 3 years old. It continued until she left home at 18. I left the shop dazed, sickened, and really freaked that we share the same planet with such disturbed, sick people (who hate children so much). My son shares the same planet. So when I got home tonight, Baby and I went for a walk to the Farmer's Market downtown. We waved at all the folks and ate some mocha ice cream. When we got home, he took a nice bubble bath, then we read fun stories until he drifted off to sleep in my arms. I just can't bring myself to open Harry Potter book 7 right now. I need to get some happy, light images in my head...I can't go see Tom Riddle tonight...if you catch my drift. Now I need to go check to see if my front door is locked...
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