A bit of a cold snap.
I’m bummed. I have new cold weather gear but between the icy sidewalks and the single digit temps, I’m caught in the house.
I’m safe from the fires although the smell is strongly tinged with despair. Over 500 families lost their homes yesterday – a grim reminder of our fragility. The next few days will be a testament to our resilience, for good or ill. I was hoping to get out today to mark the end of the year but the smoke makes that problematic. I’m not ruling it out, but it’s not looking very likely.
This wasn’t the year I hoped for. It wasn’t the year I feared.
There’s a lesson in that.
I’m trying to look ahead to 2022 with those two lessons at the front of my mind.
I’m still here. Still hoping to get back on the street. Eventually.
Today will be filled with cooking and family.
I wish each of you a peaceful and joyous holiday season.
