It’s not murder, it’s an act of faith

March 16, 2007

Springtime seems to have laid an ambush while I was away, wielding the brutal one-two punch of Daylight Saving Time and unseasonably warm weather, either of which would have been unpleasant enough on its own. Thankfully March’s lion still had some life in it, evinced by the hailstorm going on outside. It suits my mood, and it makes for an easier adjustment from last week’s weather.

In other news, I finally figured out what had been eluding me (well, one minor yet possibly significant piece of what’s been eluding me, anyway). I’d noticed the shoes, how light they looked; I thought they looked almost like ballerina slippers, or whatever they’re called. It’s far too late to be of any possible help now, but I did put two and two together at last: she wanted to dance and had obviously been planning on it since before she got dressed. Thankfully there was someone else who was on top of things, but next time maybe I’ll be better prepared.

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