Today is…
a new day.
an opportunity.
a day to celebrate.
But Last Night was…
a horror show.
proof our Prexydent is a monster.
reason to be afraid of the future.
So, what do we do?
I wish I had answers. I woke up with a slight sore throat this morning. I have a cough that comes and goes. That is nothing new for me and my allergies this time of year. Still… it might be COVID. I could be dead before the end of the week. My power to affect anything in the world right now is very limited. I have to wait in Texas until early voting starts on October 13th, a very ominously-numbered day. I still have to finish and publish book number 18. And I feel like it is a very good novel. But I may be too ill to write that last chapter today. And it would be a shame to leave this world without finishing it.
We must never give up hope.
We must remember where we came from.
And look for new dawns more than colorful sunsets.
But most of all…
We must remember who we care for…
…and the value placed on love.
Catch a Falling Star 