If these weren't the times they are, the weeks approaching my 5th wedding anniversary would be far more joyful. Today was eerily reminiscent of the 9/11/2001 terrorist attacks: sunny, warm, puffy cotton clouds, and just a hint of coming autumn. So sad that such beauty would summon a feeling of melancholy. I was lucky 5 years ago. There was no casualty in my immediate sphere of influence. Not so with my oldest brother, who reflects on his loss of a good rugby mate here.
Since the talk now is of the new building proposals, I'll repost my vote. I think it sends the appropriate message to those who wish us ill.