Preparing for 2021
I often find myself comparing the future to what happened 100 years ago. Now is no different. My families were fortunate. We lost some to various forms of plague, as well as terrorism, but no one in my direct line, both biologically and adoptive.
We suffered sadness and separation, though. Both are clear and easy for me to write. I can feel it in my heart and soul. First I find I write in anger and shock. As time goes on, those feelings will develop into more clear-headed and philosophy-oriented passages, turning from emotion to a more practical point of view. I’m feeling that change already. It will still be full of a sense of empathy. That just can’t be helped.
By this time next week, I think I’ll scale down to blogging once a week. I think it will be easier for everyone. I can get more done, really.
We are treading water healthwise. I have nothing earth shaking to report. I’ll let you know if something happens. I’m still hoping for some sort of miracle. I suspect I’m going to have to stop eating frozen fruit and minimize my yogurt intake. My lungs are really starting to feel too raw especially from the frozen fruit. I dearly love frozen fruit.
Mobility? Some days are easy. Other days are not. It all depends on sleep and sunlight. Does that make sense to you? I didn’t think so.
Who has the coffee?