Greetings, one and all!
Will and I are going along, day by day, counting our blessings during this crazy time in everyone’s life. Our second dose of the Pfizer C-19 vaccine is scheduled tomorrow, after Sw which we’ll be deeply grateful to have this life-saving drug working its magic inside us.
Looking several weeks ahead, I may actually feel safe enough to mask up and sit on my patio, six feet apart from friends and family, who Will and I have only seen through our Arcadia door for over a year. Can’t be too careful while recovering from heart/lung surgery.
Every time I think of Biden, Harris and their team of sane, knowledgable, high principled states/persons at the helm, a sigh of relief is released until the crazies in congress who voice their irrational beliefs come to mind, and then I surmise—better to know these crazies exist so as not to be blindsided by their supporters, down the road.
I feel as though we’ve been living a modernized version of one of Shakespeare’s trilogies, the third act, beginning with Biden’s win, completing not a tragedy but The Bard’s most outlandish farce, ever—penned from on high with quill in hand as this wordsmith extraordinaire, gazing down upon the befuddling muddle that we’ve made of life on planet earth during the aftermath of his demise, inspires the greatest recorder of human nature to chuckle at the fact that so little, other than space travel, has changed since his insightful observations concerning the human condition hit the bulls eye, repeatedly, during his lifetime.
So having acknowledged that crazies continue to walk amongst us, I hope you’ll take care to remain aware of communal need to stay well, be safe and please take note of my belief that, with patience intact, the arc of The Bard’s three part farce will see our nation land on its feet at the rainbow’s end, and at that blessed time, may The Force (of all that is good) be withIN you and yours and me and mine.
🙋🏻♀️Annie
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