You know that fabulous little Italian restaurant where we three ate last night?

THE CHEF WENT TO LAW SCHOOL!!!

=)

But beyond the fascination about this shared online grieving, and the attempts to make a contribution to understanding, I was also really sad about Troy and his family, and the victim's family, and all the grief and loss and pain involved in every one of these cases.  I was also feeling lonely, which is rare for me.  And nervous:  I had law school and bar exam behind me, but was still waiting for results, and beyond that hurdle remained the terrifying prospect of actually doing this work, and whether I had what it took, both professionally and emotionally.

It was a warm evening, and I had the windows open.  I looked up to discover that I had company:

The little guy was such a surprise, and surprises are good for me.  They shake my thinking loose.  

That night, this little guy reminded me that there is always something unexpected, some crazy life encroaching, some humor if we look for it.  Also that I'm not in control.

He hung around most of the evening, but was gone when the execution was over and I went to bed.  The next morning I found him here, perched atop my possibly-possessed baby doll, Jeanie Baby.

Jeanie Baby is a world traveler.  She has those eyes that close when she's laid on her back.  Now she has cataracts.  I keep her around, along with Eric's large shoes by the front door, to scare away burglars.