By Patrick La Roque
I shouldn’t read the news in the morning. Hell, I shouldn’t read the news, period, these days. All it does is ramp up my blood pressure and that’s not good for anything is it? Héloïse is off to summer camp this week, Anaïs is still sleeping the sleep of a budding teenager. Jacob just had breakfast and Cynthia’s downstairs, watching her latest rushes.
If I close my eyes our backyard pool almost sounds like a small forest brook.
I should meditate for a bit. Today’s going to be another scorcher...
