Taking A Coffee Break

Yesterday I got two sample packages of Christopher Bean coffee in the mail.  I have no idea why, but I'm happy to try them out.  One is Jamaica Blue Mountain Blend/Rasta Blend, which I'm trying out right now.  It's okay.  It doesn't grab me by my taste buds and scream "Buy me! Pay any price for me! You have to have me!", but it's drinkable.  The other one is French Caramel Creme.  I'll save that for another day.  I'm not much on caramel flavoring in my coffee.

The description of the one I'm drinking is "Medium Body, Bright, Smooth and Balanced".  (I told Thomas that described him!)

It's another beautiful, sunny day here in Kentuckiana.  The temps are just right.  I didn't get on the computer until around noon; I whisked through some emails, wrote some letters, and had lunch.  This morning I managed to clean the dining room, and I did some yard work before it started getting too warm.

Last night I made chicken noodle soup, with the wide egg noodles.  I think it's the best I've ever made.  I also made some snickerdoodles.  I'm not sure what we'll have tonight.  I'll probably pull something quick out of the freezer. 

The reports I've heard so far on that shooter in Pennsylvania is that he was enacting some kind of revenge that had nothing to do with the Amish.  He chose their school because it would be easy to get into.  I also heard that he'd told his wife that morning that he'd molested some young relatives.  It wasn't clear to me whether that was recent or from his past. 

I don't pretend to understand the mind of someone who has decided to take his own life.  I've known two people who have committed suicide, and in both cases, they went to some remote spot and did the deed.  In one case the lady had battled with depression her whole life; in the other case, it was a complete shock to family and friends.  I don't judge anyone in that circumstance because I can't know what is going on.  Only God knows the heart.  I hope that I would never find myself at the point where I felt I had no option but to take my own life.  It is, as Thomas always says, a "long-term solution to a short-term problem."  But when someone who has reached that kind of desperation decides to harm or take the life of others who have nothing to do with his/her situation, it is hard not to judge.  How would killing those young girls have made any kind of sense to this man?  Was it just that he had to kill someone, anyone, besides himself?  I wonder if we'll ever get any kind of answers?