No certain plans. The actual events of the day depend upon whether we stay in town or must go out of town. Either way, it is a good day. Amid tragedy, hubby is gobbling up every available tidbit about the Petito-Laundrie situation. There is so much information! Probably less than one percent of it is relevant to the facts of the matter. The rest is (I surmise) fueled by actual investigators posing as armchair detectives. Think they are tossing out ideas that others can jaw on and eventually yield facts or eliminate hypotheses. In a perfect world, the solution would appear instantaneously, no one would need to spend all this time wondering whodunit, and the healing process would be unhindered. In this world, the nub of the case is tragic. Perhaps the families and friends can find some peace as time passes, murkiness dissipates, and clarity emerges. I will keep them in mind and heart.
Bach is not noise, Madam. (Robert, in Two's Company)