Funerals done (we did two in two locations), I am hoping March is kinder to me than February was.
I always hate February, this February challenged me in unusual ways. More intensely bad, also more intensely sweet.
You think I like intensity, I do, still, it was a lot for even me. Flying across half the country tomorrow. Again.
The quality of mercy is not strained;
It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven
Upon the place beneath. It is twice blest;
It blesseth him that gives and him that takes:
‘T is mightiest in the mightiest; it becomes
The throned monarch better than his crown:
His sceptre shows the force of temporal power,
The attribute to awe and majesty,
Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings;
But mercy is above this sceptred sway;
It is enthronèd in the hearts of kings,
It is an attribute to God himself;
And earthly power doth then show likest God’s
When mercy seasons justice.
–Merchant of Venice, your man Shakespeare, of course.