Because my parents were murdered near midnight on 12 Jun 09, I didn’t get the news for a few hours, with the first call letting me know something was wrong coming at 3:30 a.m. on 13 Jun.

This morning, I found myself instantaneously, preternaturally wide awake in the darkness. Mrs. M and the Hound remained zonked. I looked at the clock. It was 3:30. It took me another hour to fall back to sleep and get my remaining two hours before getting up to start my day.

The body remembers.

About profmondo

Dad, husband, mostly free individual, medievalist, writer, and drummer. "Gladly wolde he lerne and gladly teche."
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