A Little Mary Shelley Goes a Long Way

Emily Continues to Recover

We are currently on the crown of the little rise in our backyard. Samwise is sitting at attention, watching the woods that lead down to the river. Emily is stretched out at my feet, a black panther looking both regal and calm, her legs splayed in a relaxed manner that belies her recent surgery. I’m in one of the Adirondack chairs by the fire pit. We simply could not stay inside this afternoon. The rain showers stopped, dark clouds drifted east, and patches of blue sky look down on us on this cool afternoon. I’m not sure it will even reach sixty degrees today. How’s that for a change?

We have taken this week to ourselves as I come to terms with the most recent news cycle. It can be overwhelming at times. Surveying those I care about, it’s clear that we’re all in the same boat in the summer of 2020. We’re exhausted by the last three and half years, and COVID-19 and the inability of this country to rally around the developing science and intelligence is depressing. To think that many make…