Holy heck. Or, as Simon put it this morning when I woke up at almost 8 a.m. Holy sleep-in Batman!”
Yeah – he’s not all that articulate when he first regains consciousness.
It’s the season, of course. And the weather. That’s why it’s good to get out as much as possible.
Today was a catchup day so to speak: trip report, photo stuff, laundry…. And I swear, we never actually got any daylight today. It tried. But we had wet snow and then sleet-ish stuff and then rain and more wet snow. I finally drove down to the village to get some food (it’s totally a soup day!) and I truncated my walk with Abby because it was raining a lot. And it was dark. Yes, at 3 p.m. it was dark.
And to add to all the gloom, there’s the usual awful political news, which probably gets worse because everyone else is caught in dark too. I suppose not so much in Florida and California and Texas. But still…
I swear, there are days when it’s all about putting one foot in front of the other. I wish I had something exciting or cheerful to report. Well, I’m alive. I suppose that’s good (at least for some). And I’m warm. And I have clean water and food and shelter and clothing. That’s a lot more than many people have.
I know. I have first world problems. And that’s because we all drift around on Maslow’s hierarchy of needs. Once those basics are handled, we strive for more. It’s the way it is. And really? That’s a good thing. How else are we to rise, to learn, to grow, to become aware, to innovate and hopefully, one day, to become more. For the sake of the world, we need to become so much more.