Thinking About Fish, Etc., Again

Five days post-shooting I really feel like I want to re-start my life, like for instance finishing the revisions of my flame chub manuscript. I've felt like an apple on the flood for several days, not sure where I should be, when, for what. The Shelby Center is no longer a crime scene so I can go to my lab to feed the fish without a police escort. The 55-gal. tank with orangespot sunfish is in dire need of cleaning but I haven't been there long enough to do anything. Tomorrow the funerals begin, basically one a day through Saturday. At least Roger, who took a chair-back-slowed-down bullet in the chest, is back up and around with essentially a bad bruise around the rib that took the bullet impact.

I look forward to seeing Estill Fork or any other stream sometime soon. And I'm grateful to all the people, from Australia to France, who have written with concern and support for our well-being. To use the Latin, pax vobiscum.