Himself: Made a bunch of phone calls and will start job hunting again Tuesday.
Herself: Swam, reformatted yesterdays entry to take to read, did books at Discovery Shop, groceries, fixed dinner with G, visited with friends, walked the La Mesa Car Show, home.
Gratitude: I’ll find some today.
Sometimes all we have is hope. Sometimes the loss of hope, even momentarily, makes starting over hard. Sometimes you feel doubly old when hope vanishes. That’s when the routine carries you through….carries me through. The mundane is comforting at times like this.
Drink more water, make your calls, take your vitamin pills, walk, swim, keep on moving, read more, go to meetings, don’t stop caring, put one foot in front of the other, and don’t stop loving. I can’t isolate….tho I’d like to. Ah, reality.
Hope will creep back in. Just watch. We are such a resilient people, but I worry that our time is running out.