Bro Blows

Brothers seem to be the theme of the week. My own big brother's death. My two middle-aged sons knocking out windows. Random tales of brotherly disputes seem to be everywhere, well swirled with random encounters and random tales of brotherly love. The extremes of the randoms are giving me heartburn enough to fuel a freight train.

I have five brothers. The bulk of my life work has been in science and engineering. All ten of my siblings and I are child prostitution survivors from the Happy Days era (50's and 60's). Brothers are an intense subject for me. Don't want to go here, but. . .

Letting the healing mysteries lead the dance. My tummy hurts. Me duele a la cabeza. DONtWANNA.