Christmas magic is silent. You don’t hear it… You feel it. You know it. You believe it.
When you can’t find the light
That got you through the cloudy days
When the stars ain’t shinin’ bright
You feel like you’ve lost you’re way
When the candlelight of home
Burns so very far away
Well, you got to let your soul shine
Dear Diary: Quarantine Day 347. I think it’s Friday. Or maybe it’s Saturday… could be Tuesday. Just finished my 8,952nd load of laundry. Cloroxed all the groceries. I think I’ll go build a castle out of toilet paper rolls.
I was never one for fashion. My wardrobe consists of “good” jeans and t-shirts and “chore” jeans and t-shirts. Now, weeks into the quarantine, my everyday fashion routine has devolved into changing from my “nighttime” pajamas to my “daytime” pajamas and vice versa.
The storm will pass…
No miles of any measurement can separate your soul from mine.
We’ll laugh about the old days… and catch up on the new.
A hero is an ordinary individual…
A lesson for all of us… pass it on.
Many nights, I have been jolted awake by overwhelming anxiety. My brain is so muddled by daily news briefings, charts, graphs, dire predictions, and terrible news, that I find myself paralyzed by the unknown.
Through many dangers, toils and snares, We have already come, ‘Twas grace that brought us safe thus far, And grace will lead us home.
We’ve all heard it… Lyme Disease is the fastest growing vector disease in the United States. Most of you either know someone who has contracted it or may suffer from it yourself. It is a disease that does not discriminate. It is resilient. It is stealthy. It is mysterious. It is devastating.
“We owe this freedom of choice and action to those men and women in uniform who have served this nation and its interests in time of need. In particular, we are forever indebted to those who have given their lives that we might be free.” President Reagan
Unlike many of my friends, I have never fretted over becoming a year older. I seamlessly transitioned from one year to the next without a bump in the birthday road. I aspired to the thought that age is just a number and nothing more, and so, my 50th birthday came and went without much vexation.…
Rule 1: Do not complain that the barn “stinks.” Poop smells. You know it… I know it… even the cows know it.