Went to the museum on Ostiense today by Piramide. It was raining hard as I read the Inferno and tried to write the article for Aja. Tried is the operative word there, everything I tried was terrible. They kicked me out for siesta and it was raining even harder as I left. I am really not built for solitary life. Everyone who passed me was friendly and I spoke to the few groups who spoke English, but I was sad when they left and only got progressively more sad as I trekked back to the villa.
At five I went to the chapel- Shaun's funeral was starting back home, so I said a rosary for him and then read the parts for vespers. Halfway through I cracked up and started laughing, remembering every funny thing Shaun ever said or did. I'm sure it was a hard funeral, but I'm put at ease. I know Shaun is okay. I don't know where Dante would put him, but I know he's okay.
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