Or will be for another couple of hours.
The daughter got straight A’s on her report card. That’s the good.
She also needed to go to the doctor today so the wife took her to our family pediatrician who will see our children well into their teen years.
The doc ain’t about making extra money due to the discomfort of children. He truly cares for them. They aren’t just a sickness making their way through his office.
Translate this as no Covid test without reason.
She has a double ear infection. That’s the bad.
Meds prescribed. Problem will be taken care of. All sorted.
And me? I went to work. I worked. And for my trouble I broke my glasses.
My troubles are minuscule compared to what some of my friends are going through.
One dealing with a major illness.
One dealing with Covid.
Others dealing with deaths in the family.
No. I have no problems compared to them.
So I’m not complaining. I’m praying for them.
I received a thing in the mail today. A morale patch for my everyday bag.
People on both sides might assign me this title after something I posted today. I don’t care. I can’t.
These are rough times politically in the United States. Everyone wants power. The people seem to have none. I’m worried. But life does have to go on. So I’m doing my thing. Making the best of it.
That’s it. That’s the post.