And yet another bee found dead in the bathroom last night (of course Tam and Julie never saw it).

(actual dead bee found in our bathroom)

I wrestle with duality as I sit at my desk sipping tea sweetened by the finest honey harvested at Old Shaw Farm. The devil temps me with this elixir, and I have not the will or desire to refute it.

Do I judge myself too harshly? Am I not just a pawn in the eternal battle of good and evil, just a cog in the great ethereal machine struggling for salvation. Maybe, if I squeeze my eyes together so tightly, so ever tightly that I am forced to evacuate, I will find salvation...