Today I am all kinds of off schedule. Nothing I’ve done was at the normal time or the normal order, and as far as I can tell, the world is still spinning.
It’s brutally sunny and I say that because it’s the kind of cold that attacks you the moment you step outside. So I’m avoiding stepping outside.
That’s a problem solved.
And yet the sun twinkles merrily above, providing absolutely no warmth.
We’ve gotten to Friday in this first week of 2022, somehow. Survived the anniversary of January 6. Somehow.
I don’t like to think too closely about what that day felt like. The terror was genuine. The not knowing how it would end also genuine.
And that’s it for me this week, a little later than normal, but who’s counting. Have a wonderful Friday and a great weekend.