I got a lot done yesterday despite the storms. The front yard got mowed and edges trimmed, I broke up egg shells and sprinkled them around the four (I found a few more rose plants hiding) rose bushes for food, I got some more weeding done in the rock garden. I took my time and didn’t push myself. Later last night I did some more stretching to try to get the rib to heal. I guess I did too much stretching. Sharp pain woke me in the wee hours this morning. I’m not back to square one but close.
When I scanned the news this morning I was shocked at everything going on. It feels like everything is snowballing. It seems as if everyone was getting worn thin with all the pandemic restrictions and then senseless things happen. Just lighting the fuse on the powder keg. All over. I am grateful to live up North and not be directly involved in most of this. But it all still scares me. It feels like everything is rapidly going up in flames. And I don’t think the fire is going to burn itself out anytime soon. The best we can hope for is to be able to rise from the ashes like the phoenix did.
I’m sorry for the bit of a downer post. Everything just kind of hit me this morning. Whatever else I had planned to write about left my head when I started reading the news. On the plus side this is a brief post. Stay safe and thanks for reading.