Day 188

 

Joyous uptick in energy and interest in living. The grief is real and the news feeds it. Going out and digging in the dirt is the cure. The wind blew a storm of rose petals by the window in a flurry of pink and red. Love my roses. Today I will attend to household tasks and stay always from full time news. It draws me in and I feel for the world’s messes. I will walk early before the gale starts again. I’m  up and moving.

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