πάν τόλματον
Had things not gone nuclear, today would have been The Big Day. In one universe: laughter, eating, dancing, security. In this one: worry, fatigue, a tuna sandwich. It's not that I particularly wish for Door #1, but I could sure use a hard shot of joy right now. I hope someone at least takes the accoutrement off my hands.
Pan tolmaton, says Sappho. I'd like to ask her what one does coming out the other side.
