ElderChicks

Highly emotional states produce good, authentic writing, usually.  For me, this anxiety overload has handicapped my literary juices from flowing. My on button has been stuck on off.  Every day when I awaken, I thank God I am alive, and I head for my coffee pot. Before I get there, I remember that the sky is still falling, just as it was yesterday, unless God has given us all the miracle I pray for each night. That will be in his time not ours, as the numbers continue to rise.

We decided early on to get lots of groceries, start cooking and freezing. We also decided to start self-isolating, before it was mandated, just to protect ourselves. The Virus can’t penetrate our walls and doors or us if we’re safely tucked inside. That may not be everyone’s choice, but it is ours. It makes us feel safe and that is important in the eighth decade of our lives. Our children are checking on us daily.  I’m online ordering groceries and asking for ground sirloin and half and half, wine and a few dozen other things and surprised when I get almost exactly what I ordered.

When our lives as we know them seem to be falling apart, we fall together. We are all in this together and this too shall pass. Our God is Mighty and He is Good.

Peace and Blessings!