In March I had a new adult voice student register for an hour lesson at the end of the day.  The office staff said he wanted to learn a particular song so he could sing his wife into forgiving him for unstated wrongdoings.  He dropped a CD of the song off to the receptionist, so I could hear what he wanted to learn to sing.  His time was held for several weeks, he never showed up, he was dropped from my schedule.

In late April, a young woman went missing, to be found dead on the side of the highway in early May.  Her ex-husband was arrested this week for her murder. 

Yes, this is the same man.

Uncharacteristically, I am speechless.

I'm spending a very lazy day at home by myself.  Jane is out gathering stories for her column, the cat is sleeping on her favorite dining room chair, ignoring the urban wildlife just outside the window, and I am doing much the same, thank you very much.  The second sock is going unknitted, the bookmark is firmly set in the unread pages, my lunch is finished.  Time for the joys of light reflection.  Not the kind that bounces off mirrors, though....