Day 142… I’m exceedingly grateful that five months into this global pandemic that I have yet to leave the house without pants. Yet, I fear, is the operative word in that sentence. I use the word pants in its American sense meaning trousers or shorts, not in the British sense which means underwear. I’m living in my underwear. So far, I don’t feel that I am in danger of leaving the house without my underwear. But, you know, early days.
At least you haven’t lost your sense of humor!
I’ll join you in dreaming
I believe they come true
....you can bike over the BB to Brooklyn
along with Michael
all with masks
we will see each other
Plan?
I have mine
continue to take the best care of myself
keep my dreams alive and my vision/ true to my truth
And look up
to the stars
believe in a vast universe
with plans
beyond my wildest imagination
I have zero tolerance for liars and manipulation
but a heart and soul open to the existence of great things
beginning
now
and
continuing
always