After six months blankness at Dewena's Window, here's my attempt to turn the light back on.
I've rewritten this post six times over the past months. Each time I was ready to hit publish there would be another major heartbreaking news story on television, making my post too trivial to bear.
Or a family worry would crop up, the latest being when our son and daughter-in-law contracted Covid, evidently brought home from school by one child whose cold must not have been a cold since she later tested positive for antibodies. (And she was one of the few in her class who wore a mask, so there you go.)
Thankfully, our son and his wife had been double vaccinated and are young and healthy so only felt really miserable for a few days, with all the usual symptoms. But the fatigue does linger.
Speaking of fatigue, how would you like to be reading a four typewritten pages post here and have to scroll through 26 pictures of my bedroom art gallery? Because that's what my rough draft grew to.
I didn't think so and decided to tear up my umpteenth rough draft and just say this--
- Hi there! It's been rough, hasn't it?
- There have been blessings anyway, haven't there?
- Some things help, don't they?
My home--my friend--has helped me, thus 6 pictures of my bedroom sanctuary, but not 26.
Please share what's helped you if you care to.
How are you doing?
