July 2, 2021

Finished In the Valley of the Moon.

I think my mailbox was robbed again, this time in daylight. Or else this is the second day in my adult life when I have received no mail. The first day was the day the box was robbed for sure. 

Rabbit still as a statue in the shade of the hollies as I came back empty-handed from the mailbox. 

Sometimes when I think about matters of family I consider that I may have been a selfish and inattentive husband, a cruel and arbitrary father, and I give thanks that things turned out as they did. Sometimes I think it might have been otherwise, and I cry tears down.