The second coronavirus shot is whuppin' me. Haven't even looked at the news, and am going to take the night off and keep sleeping.
I took this picture the other day of a carving on an old birch when Buddy I and hiked Tumbledown Mountain, and am posting it today to thank all the scientists and healthcare providers who have gotten us through this.
There are no words for how much you have done.
Does Heather deserve a good rest while she grows antibodies against the plague. Why yes. Yes she does.
Rest well, our friend.
You are beautiful in every way. Rest and you’ll feel better. (Second shingles shot did that to me last September.) Just keep being you. (My dear older brother used to close serious conversations with that admonition in the last years before he passed. I miss him. Sincere use of the admonition is a special way to honor his memory.) Keep writing your Letter to America without paying close attention to the numbers of us who follow you and glean such invigorating inspiration from you. We might disturb your focus or somehow cause a feeling of energy drawn out, because you’d feel responsibility and it could clog the gears. You are a phenomenon. A national treasure, I recall someone posting. Take good care, for yourself and your loved ones. We are in historic times and your daily log and context illuminates for us now, and for generations to come. We are ever grateful.