Honestly, I find it hard to say much when shit isn’t hitting the fan. It’s really not a good trait. So I’m going to make an attempt here.
Falling asleep last night was a struggle. It took a couple of hours. I read, I did meditation, and I moved to the couch for a bit. Nothing worked. After my brief stint on the couch, I returned to bed and managed to fall asleep. And, the best news of all is I then managed to stay asleep until morning. Glory Hallelujah. Today felt much more manageable. Which leaves me with very little to say here.
Weather was gorgeous. I got a run in, albeit a very very short one. We enjoyed some quality family time with supper and a viewing of All American, which I frequently tell myself I can’t believe I’m watching, but take it in stride because there are very very very VERY VERY few things all four of us will watch.
I also took a pic of a peony to be. If I were artsier, I’d have gotten closer so as to emphasize that drop of water. That would’ve been super dramatic and cool. At any rate, there are promises of spring. This is no small thing when you live in Minnesota.
For lack of anything better, I’m going to tell you about a couple of things I’ve enjoyed lately.
I finished reading The Chilbury Ladies Choir today. I very much enjoyed it. Not because it’s an earth shattering literary masterpiece (though maybe it is, what the hell do I know?), but because I found it to be good reading for a pandemic. Likely due in no small part to the fact that on a few occasions the author spoke of the magic of being part of a choir. I cannot not enjoy a book extolling the virtues of choir. Set in England during World War II, it’s essentially a tale of how women can pull together and get some shit done when the men get out of their way. Not that I advocate a world war as a means of getting said men out of the way. I most definitely do not.
And, if reading a book set in WWII wasn’t enough, Chris and I have started World on Fire. Chris and I have, um, let’s just say, a hard time finding television series we both want to watch.* But, we’re both enjoying this Masterpiece/public TV gem.
*We may or may not have recently had a little spat over the Wilfred on hulu (I am likely flawed at a molecular level, but that dog is a jackass and I do not enjoy him).
For what it’s worth, I’ve been saying I’m at my limit for fiction based on WWII for years, so these two recommendations are apparently a phenomenon which can only be described as a COVID/lunar/hormonal/midlife crisis.
Anyhoo. That’s pretty much all I can say today. I’m going to close with some Henri Nouwen, because it’s dated May 6 and it seems a lot more pertinent than anything I’m posting on this dumb blog.
Be Well, Friends.