Mood: don't ask
An earthquake has struck the Pacific Rim causing death and destruction in Japan. Among the buildings suffering damage is a nuclear reactor, and evidently the extent of the damage to that structure is considerably worse than what has been reported so far. Frodo cannot help but be concerned about the prospect of a summer novel prediction of a nuclear winter amidst the reality of the detritus scattered upon our energy-starved planet.
The Catholic Archdiocese of Los Angeles has announced an absolutely staggering financial settlement of the sexual abuse charges levelled against "the Church" (as defined by the current holder of record in the Holy See). What has given special rise to Frodo's attentiveness to this story is the fact that most of the fiscal cost is being paid by insurance. "Insurance?" asks Frodo. "What kind of insurance would exist to protect an organization against the sexual deviancy of its representatives? Errors and Omissions? Or would there simply be a rider tacked on to the Health Insurance Policy of the Pope?' In any event, the talking heads of network and cable news are of little value when it comes to intricate sub-textual issues.
Frodo is also awake very early in the morning due to a business deal which is about to land smack dab in the middle of the Antarctic Ice Pack. Although the competitiveness of winning and losing are very much a part of what Frodo does every single day, it is rare that he lingers long upon either. In this instance however, Frodo's reputation is imperiled, in at least the eyes of one person, because he expected much more of one party than what was delivered in the process. Frodo will survive, the financial concerns are comparatively minor, and success is still not out of the question, but Frodo remains bothered by the fact that he expected so much more. He should know better.
Strange it is that the world could turn to dust in the morrow, and our spiritual leaders would stand idly by, while Frodo is troubled most by the failings of Hobbits not known to the outside world. Ah, dear reader, the "little people" referenced by Humphrey Bogart, must always remember that no matter what the consequence, they "will always have Paris." Perhaps now Frodo can return to his rest, and Mick, the Wonder Dog, can remove the furrows from his brow. Sweet dreams.