It's been a very existential day here in Regan's world, between naps. Went to the interrment of one of my favorite high school teachers, Mrs. Jarvis, this morning at Arlington National Cemetery. Her body lies under the boughs of a pine tree. As I told old friends Lisa and Russell, I found a t-shirt she made for her AP Latin class last night while trying to decide whether to attend. It said, "Forsan et haec olim meminisse iuvabit." (Perhaps someday it will be pleasant to remember even these things.)

Nothing really brings home the indifference of death like walking around Arlington National Cemetery with row upon row of identical headstones, each signifying someone who was important to somebody and now is no more. And so I pondered a while on what the point of it all is and decided I wasn't going to solve it today, but a nap and a popsicle would make me feel better. Which they did.