Another Tragedy

My dear friend Portia has taken her own life by way of consuming hot coals. I have oft considered a swift elimination of my own miserable nature, but to do so would further the belief of womanish cowardice. If anything should speak out against my weak existence, it would be Juls regarding my suspicion of his bloody murder as truth. Damn Decius for leading him to his own deathbed and away from my bosom!

Mourning

My dearest Julius has been murdered! I am in great agony over the slaying of my husband. How dare those men commit such a grievous offense. They shall be punished by the gods for their actions. I have secured his money and closest personal belongings and sent them immediately to Antony. Hopefully they will remain safe in his house, as none would suspect their being relocated.

The Fountains Will Run Red

Decius arrived merely moments ago to take Caesar to the Senate. My Juls proclaimed that it was against his will to attend, and I overheard him mention my dream of his statue running red with blood, citizens smiling gaily while bathing their hands within it. Decius convinced him that the public would disregard him as a leader if he were to follow the simple suggestions of a woman, so he left to the Senate. I wait in aguish for his return.

Restless Evening

I slept fitfully last night, as my dreams bode premonitions of the end to my Julius' existence! How awful it was to wake in a hot, hot sweat in a bed empty of my husband. I tore through our rooms to assure myself that the dream had not come to fruition and begged my beloved to stay within our walls. I insisted that he stay with me, be he refused to believe my warnings. Although I know he dislikes my superstition and wants nothing to do with my interpretation of various dreams and signs that I encounter throughout the day, I admitted to knowing of the omen set forth by ghosts roaming the city that very day. I told him of the lightning cracking through the skies and dead men walking through the streets below, but he refused to believe that the signs indicated danger for him alone. In an attempt to convince him, I stressed that the heavens only proclaim the death of great men and since he is such a man, the signs must have been aimed the great Julius Caesar. After hearing news that no heart was found within the entrails of an animal, he decided it best to stay indoors, away from the coming danger. I do hope he stays within these walls.

Laurel Wreaths

I told Portia not to worry about her beloved. I have noticed Juls take issue with more than a few childish (or womanish) concerns. Is he balding, too? I asked of her. My dearest husband has been concerned for quite some time about his appearance. I sewed together some springs of laurel to cover his receding hairline. Hopefully, it will catch on as the latest trend in fashion. Otherwise, I fear he may grow out a beard and comb it over his head to disguise his age.

An Unexpected Message

My dear friend Portia, wife of Marcus Junius Brutus, has sent her servant to me to deliver a verbal note of concern. I committed the words to memory, but I do admit some may have fallen over the path from the courtyard to my chamber. (I shall return to pick them up once my post is complete. Juls is especially talented in discovering my secret prose when I leave tracks of vowels on the marble.) She sent the following.

Dearest Calpurnia,
I have wondered of recent for my beloved's health. He seems not well. Has Julius made mention of my Marcus' present state? I will wait to hear from you, surely anon. 


Your faithful acquaintance and committed citizen of Rome,
P.B.

I shall write back to her, presently. Although, I cannot imagine why a simple text or tweet about the situation would not have satisfied her concern. Perhaps she could not make a commitment of the words to written text. Or, she has not yet mastered the skills needed to communicate through the airways. So behind the times! Hmph.

Warning in the Square

Totally forgot to mention that during Feast Day a soothsayer (!!) warned my beloved to beware the Ides of March. Although he dismissed the counsel of the prophet, I spoke to the enchanting man after the race began. He told me to encourage Juls to stay close to our own living quarters, especially on the fifteenth day of this month. I know that swaying my dear husbands mind to take leave of his duties to Rome is a daunting task, but I shall rely on my clairvoyance to lend me the key to keeping him out of harms way. I would prefer furthering my work in my chamber on this plan than joining in the public festivities, anyway. Perhaps I'll even contrive a spell to swell my womb and appease my sodden husband.

Feast Day

This morn, before the ceremonial run through the city, Julius perpended that Antony touch me as a cure for my barrenness. What a zany idea! I was totes offended by this gesture. I even whispered in his ear, "Thou request will be acquiesced, but I resent this public announcement of our familial challenges." Antony, as the biznitch he is, practically tripped over himself to satisfy him. I'm utterly positive it will come true, since the great Caesar said it.