I went home to take this online CPR update class and found every excuse not to (including finding a word search program on the New York Times- see previous post.) I eventually started the online program but couldn't get the interactive links to work. And so, I ran over to K's office and asked him to help me after he got off work. In the mean time, I decided to make my house a little more presentable by cleaning Maya's litter box and in so doing, managed to clog my toilet.
K arrived and soon after informed me that the CPR program was not interactive after all (It was right there in the directions. And yes, I have two Master degrees.) We decided to go out to eat after I unclogged the toilet. After getting covered with wet wheat kittty litter and who knows what else, I was able to unclog the toilet. Yippeeyuck!
I came home and started reading blogs and news headlines about Lebanon. I could no longer deny it. Things are not good. It was time to send out e-mails to make sure everyone was safe. I wish that I could say that I feel like my insides are also covered in kitty litter. Then I could define the sadness I feel, the disappointment. Is cynicism finally gaining ground over optimism? Will humans always try to solve their problems with violence? Is peace always doomed to fail?