Moving is a dangerous endeavor for a girl prone to clumsiness. Covered in bruises and surrounded by piles of boxes, I am settling into my new casa, although you wouldn't guess it from the mess. Three days in, the munchkins remain overwhelmed. Their food dish is virtually untouched (especially unusual for Lear), and they oscillate between super-cuddle mode and instigating semi-malicious acts of destruction.

On Thursday, one of CRC's closest friends (and one of my favorites from his bunch) was hit while riding his bicycle. He was wearing a helmet, but he sustained a severe head injury and remains in a coma- a stark reminder of the random cruelty that exists in our universe. Although I am a step removed, the waiting is awful. I rarely long for religion, but in times of helplessness, I recognize the appeal. Sending all the positive energy I have to Matt, his family, and his Angela.

Just a little breath on the water now is all we need
Just a little strength in our hearts
Enough to heal
-Heather Nova