I don’t have to drive; the rain sloshes as I peck,down the roof of the double wide. Again new play today, not golf...but live performance. The state of the art is strong.
The emergency is real, but not at the southern border, or even what’s new. The lack of fear is a little scary, but we are old. 2021 January. What happens today and every day out there in the almost real world until then is what is new.
I am glad to be able to do so much less, but some yet. Presence matters. Service is an art form. I remind myself all the reasons for going out into the rain.