Instead of seizing the day and making the most of activity-free time, I just seem to live like I haven't a care in the world and spend my days writing a bit, reaching friends occasionally by phone or email, watching drama unfold on a screen, while drinking moderately and eating good food. I see this as nearly my last act in life and am attempting to enjoy it, rather than to stress over what I have or have not yet done with these 77 years.
I am, of course, cheering from the side-lines as the suppressed truth spills out onto the streets of the world. A torrent of human caring has broken the dykes of pandemic lock-down and all our lives now depend on it. Fear has been replaced by exhaustive effort on the part of those strong and young enough to endure it. Bravo!
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