It's now fully spring and there's rebirth all around.
Still the pandemic rages, sending yet another new series of spikes and hospitalizations are rising again.
The irony of all this is most likely the fuel for many songs, poems and plays.
I find all I can do is try to stay calm in the realization that I alone can do nothing except take care of myself and the people I love.
We are now fully vaccinated.
It's a relief thought nothing's changed in our daily life.
We have booked our first trip since fall 2019, and that's exciting to think about. Hoping it actually happens, but that's secondary to having something to look forward to doing, replacing the nothingness that's made up the last year. It's good to have things ahead to fill the gaps when there's a lull.
I know many people who are suffering with cancer. Seems this is the age where that happens. I need to turn their suffering into motivation to be healthier. It's no longer something nice to do.
There's the feeling that not all of them are going to make it through alive.
I just lost a friend who died suddenly. He was someone I talked with only once a year, but stayed in contact with on social media. He was a person who exuded life. He'd turned his unhappiness into joy in the last few years, embracing all the goodness there was to grab.
This encourages me because that's how I want to be.
Thank you, Ted
