“I loved my father,” Paul thought. and knew this for truth. “I should mourn him… I should feel something…”
– Frank Herbert, Dune
In other news, my weather- and water-obsessed past two posts have combined to create this singularly uncomfortable Minnesota day. Not only did it rain (see photo), but it also sleeted. And then snowed in earnest. There was a thin layer of slush when I went out tonight (your humble narrator, of course, wiped out completely). I wish this state would make up its mind. What’s so difficult with a constant fifty degrees, Minnesota?