Kind of wished I could, but not really.
Still a lot to do.
Harder to breathe, and I'm not digesting anything (don't ask).
But I'll keep doing my best.
If you ask just how it is,
will we lose, or win?
All that I can tell you’s this:
things look pretty grim.
The systems are a-shuttin’ down,
supplies not gettin’ through;
breathin’s more like tryin’ to drown,
and there’s nothin’ I can do
except to smile and give a wave
to those worse off than me;
there may not be much to save
but my sanity,
for though I have to drink this cup,
I raise my hand; my thumb is up.
Music from Rod Stewart, with Forever Young.
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Thanks to Carol Ashby, Blessed Are The Pure Of Heart is back on Kindle, and will be available in paperback soon.