And I think to myself, what a wonderful world…

Bill was in mourning for Ray Charles, not that other guy Friday. And so was I. I took the kids up into the Sierra foothills for the day and floated and played in a glorious mountain lake…er…reservoir.

Completely peaceful except for the motor boats and constant walkie talkies of families talking to their kids in the woods to make sure they are safe.

“Bobby! do you read me? over”

“Yes, mommy, I read you. over”

“What are you doing, bobby? over”

“I’m being torn limb from limb by a mountain lion aaaaaargggh over”

“well. at least I know where you are. over”