I have no excuse now for not writing more. Because of CV-19, we’re not going anywhere much. Not that I want to. I’m not going to the gym…even though it’s easy to stay 6′ away from people, I have been extremely dissatisfied with their feeble attempts to keep things cleaned. There is only one young woman there who is absolutely diligent about keeping things wiped down with sanitizing cloths. She’s the only one as far as I can tell, and if she’s not there, it doesn’t get done during the day. Wassap wit dat?!

As long as I’m on a rant, wassap with all the kids on Spring Break in Florida, massing and milling together, saying stupidhead things like, “If I get it I get it”, not caring that they could spread it to hundreds, if not thousands, of others.  One said it was her 21st birthday and the only thing she cared about was being on the beach and then getting drunk.

I walk out on our driveway several times a day, and do exercises in the house. It’s not the same as going to the gym, of course, but it’s ‘way healthier. I’m thankful for the sunny days we’ve been having, for birdsong all around me, for the return of the Rufous-Sided Hummingbirds (though the Annas hummers aren’t too happy about sharing all the feeders we have around), for the calm sound of Mourning Doves, and for the hooting of Great Horned Owls, a lullaby, as I’m falling asleep.

I’m grateful for hot water, a warm bed, enough food, and the internet so that I can stay in contact with my dear friends and stream movies and music. I’m grateful for my kitties, who keep me company while I’m handspinning. I’m grateful for the promises of ke Akua, who will never leave or forsake us. No matter how stupidhead we are.

I’m grateful for daffodils alongside our driveway.

And for Sakura trees along our driveway.

And for the unexpected snow that we got.

I’m grateful for those of you who read this tiny bloggie, too. Thank you. Oh… and oh yeah…we have enough toilet paper. Stay healthy, everyone.