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The end of the holidays always hit me hard when I was a kid. I loved the decorations, their indication of special things happening. Mostly, though, I loved being at home.
I still do. And this year, after tonight, that’s where I’ll still be. But it’s gonna be a tough winter.
I still do. And this year, after tonight, that’s where I’ll still be. But it’s gonna be a tough winter.
The holidays will be behind us, & not much ahead. It will still be dark out. And cold. And we’ll be stuck at home, away from friends & family.
It will take work to keep our spirits up. Let’s call our friends a lot. Let’s think on future plans. Let’s share fun things on here.
It will take work to keep our spirits up. Let’s call our friends a lot. Let’s think on future plans. Let’s share fun things on here.
But let’s also admit when it’s not working, and ask for and offer help and forbearance and sympathy.
The end of this tough stretch is in sight. I appreciate how you all have helped me get this far through it; I hope I can be there to help you, too.
The end of this tough stretch is in sight. I appreciate how you all have helped me get this far through it; I hope I can be there to help you, too.
“The natural flights of the human mind are not from pleasure to pleasure, but from hope to hope.” That’s Dr. Johnson in The Rambler.
Holidays, though attenuated, were a source of hope. Vaccines & spring, ahead if hard to imagine now, are another. Company along the way will help.
Holidays, though attenuated, were a source of hope. Vaccines & spring, ahead if hard to imagine now, are another. Company along the way will help.
