Sometimes, late at night, when the house is asleep, I finally have time to think about writing. Sometimes, though, I am just too tired for words. This holiday time, when my daughter and husband make more demands than my usual dog and cat feed me level of demand, has been particularly draining. Sickness has prevailed as in many homes this time of year. I am energized by some recent articles in the New York Times to start writing this tonight before my energy is completely gone and my “rage” ( if that is the word) dwindles into the regular hyper-activity of the next day.
These articles enrage me because…well need I even say why? They over-medicate, abuse and neglect these fragile people, and then they profit from it? Is there a special layer of Dante’s Hell for these people?