The light was hard to find this morning. Gray. Damp. Gloomy. Matched my mood. Day 53 wasn’t one of my stellar days in lockdown. Having a really hard time accepting that I am old. I live in an apartment that is licensed as “assisted living”. As a result, I will not be allowed off the grounds for a very long time. And the two places that I would feel OK about escaping to Kona and Bermuda, well they don’t want me.
So, wander around the Asylum.
This person has apparently given up all hope of ever hosting a party that requires lots of wine glasses!
And this is kind of pitiful. The person must have come downstairs to get the number for IT Help (right) but then left it in the elevator.
But, later in the day. The Booze Delivery from the state liquor store has arrived! Just in time for the long weekend.
Gratitude
Grateful that I escaped from the frightful black mood that overwhelmed me most of the day. And happy that the sun came out late in the afternoon.
Mālama pono