My watch said it was time for a nice brisk walk today. For once I agreed with my watch. So, off I went.
Pondered the demolition of the East Wing of the White House as I walked. That helped get my heart rate up out of the “moderate” range. Guess I could hop on the bus and go see the desecration with my own eyes. But I don’t think my cardiovascular system could stand the stress.
A foundling orchid bloomed today — always a surprise and always a small win.
Meanwhile, he blew up another boat and killed two more people. We have to stop our government — and soon. I’ll go vote tomorrow. Might be the last time I’m allowed to.
For tonight, I’m sticking with the orchids. I’ve apparently become my grandmother — except her fixation was African violets.
At this age, you learn to admire small blooms while Rome burns — multitasking for the apocalypse.