Monday morning musings... I am filled, all of a sudden, with a yearning to visit my parents' graves. I've not been there since I watched my mother's coffin go into the ground 10 or so years ago, though I remember the sense of the lifting of a great burden as if it were yesterday.

Unfortunately, I'm such a terrible piece of offspring that I'm not even sure what cemetery holds them. I've sent off an email to the most likely candidate; we'll see what comes of it.

I spent the weekend doing not much of anything, but I do feel curiously recharged, if somewhat melancholy. I think I may have needed a day or so of complete rest and kitty-petting. Wonderfully therapeutic little monsters.