I could choose to be freaked out by a crowd having fun, or I could join in.
"See you next year, Fourth of July!" says Angelic Daughter, as she removes the special magnet denoting the day from her perpetual calendar. For the second year in a row, we didn't attend The Parade (our little town's annual event that in years past has quintupled the population for a day). It just didn't seem … Continue reading Independence
My rules get me through these days of COVID time, slogging toward "when COVID is over."