It’s frigidly cold, was as low as -6F (-21 C) but it’s warmed up to -4F (-20). Everything looks frozen outside.
I didn’t sleep well, I was edgy, my heart going too fast for the hushed dark of the middle of the night. Life is changing, no matter how we feel about it.
But the cold has made it quiet here today, quieter than it might have been, with schools closed. Above all else it is January, still January.
Only January.
My brain, at this moment, feels like I’m slipping along a slow-churning river of slush, though at these temps, it’s unlikely it would stay slush. I guess my head is warmer than the air outside.
The thoughts are there, sure, but they are jumbled chips of ice, weighed down by the lack of sleep and that undercurrent of worry.
Only January.
I’ve seen calls for resilience, calls to get back to it, and I think it’s important to internalize that we may not all be in step. We may not all be at the same starting line, and we may not all be in the same sporting event.
But more than ever, we need to take care of one another, extend the small kindness. The grace to the people who have demonstrated to us with their past actions they deserve it.
Although what do I know, I have a head full of thoughts under river slush.
Have a great Tuesday, regardless.
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