The sun finally came out yesterday. I shoveled and Don worked the snowblower. Even though the snow was relatively dry and fluffy, there was about 14 inches of it. And the driveway slopes downward to the street, which means the amount of snow down there is much higher. Since the county plows had been up and down our road several times, the mound of snow at the bottom of our driveway was huge. I don’t know how he does it. Our snowblower is really hard to push (I can’t do it on my own.) If we had to do it over again, we’d have purchased something lighter that I could manipulate as well. At one point, a stone got in the blades and the snowblower stopped. Don wasn’t sure if he needed to replace something, so he had to push it back up the drive (with no power). Impossible! So I went down there and we each took a handle and pushed it up the drive together.
Today, I’ll dig the car out. We were both exhausted after all of the cleanup and I can’t say enough about the work Don put in. At some point, we’ll have to hire someone to do this kind of thing and it can’t be a plow because the plows destroy all the gravel on the driveway as they push up (and down) the driveway. It would have to be someone with a snowblower.
Today, we take it easy – except for shoveling around the car.
In the meantime, both of us are waiting for packages that seem to have disappeared within the postal system. Everything with a tracking number has this message: “In transit, arriving late. Your package will arrive later than expected, but is still on its way. It is currently in transit to the next facility.”
In some cases, it’s been “in transit to the next facility” for well over a week. I’m now worried that presents won’t arrive in time for Christmas. I mentioned this on IG yesterday and so many people responded saying they were dealing with the same thing. I’m not blaming the USPS at all, I’m blaming Louis DeJoy, who did his best to hobble the entire system so that Trump could win. Add in a pandemic in which more people are ordering online than ever and you have a big mess.
Forgot to include a photo of the tree in the modern dollhouse. The only houses that don’t have Christmas trees are the vintage houses. They’ll get them eventually.
Okay. Have to go. I asked Don to hold off on recording a song until I finished this post. He asked me to join in on the chorus with some harmony, so I’m going to do a little singing today.
Stay safe.
Happy Friday.
We too have a stone gravel driveway and our house is on top of the hill.
Many years go we too did it with a shovel. It took a half day.
We have now have a contractor that comes automatically. No problem with him doing the gravel driveway. This has been an expensive week. The snow removal and the gardener to remove all the leaves just in time. I think back when we were able to do it all. Now three back surgeries later those days are over. Be careful the money you save is not worth your health. Yes the post office is doing the best it can. I feel bad for those workers. If it doesn’t come in time it will all work out.
We’ll eventually have to find someone who won’t hack up the driveway. Every time we’ve tried, so far, they’ve made a mess of it.
Thanks, Linda.
Stay safe.
Glad u r. Both ok…I was worried especially the shoveling and snow blower…
I have had no trouble with post office or UPS. PO is slow but we know why…
However, Amazon delivers on their trucks some times. They throw packages outside or in the lobby…anywhere…have done this for months…packages are to be delivered to our doors when this happens, but they don’t…one guy told me he is not going to do that…
Not only do I order supplies, tons of gifts etc from Amazon, I have been an Amazon reviewer for years…Amazon vine
I receive tons of products all year…they are even doing it with them…
Hope yours come…good luck
Prayers
Stay safe please please
Yes, Amazon has started delivering here in their ubiquitous white vans! And I have had a few delays with them, even though we’re members of Amazon Prime and supposedly get two day delivery.
Stay safe, Brenda.
i hope you both slept well last night (and every night); snow removal is such hard work and good sleep is so important! glad you can do that work together, watch out for each other, pull the snowblower up the driveway together. hope today’s work is quick, easier. take care!
i grew up primarily in a home with a flat driveway made of loose limestone rocks, softly jagged in shape and each smaller than a half-dollar coin, and i agree with you … that is tough to deal with in snowy, icy weather (also, i hated it when kids would throw the rocks up into the air at dusk on summer nights to try to get bats to sense them as food and swoop down low or maybe just veer quickly in some harsh way)! my parents put them in because the limestone rocks were beautiful and they were willing to do and did the work to maintain that driveway and everything else. hope i was helpful enough. wish i had a bowl of those limestone rocks now to set on a shelf (subsequent owner removed them and had the driveway paved).
how wonderful that you and don sing together! no pressure intended, but i hope we can hear this song, too! and another dollhouse looking great! thanks for sharing and not just today.
i, too, am waiting for some packages to be delivered … along with those mri results … ):( may we all get our orders and some good news (mri or otherwise) soon!
happy friday.
stay safe in every way!
kathy in iowa
There are days I’d like to pave the driveway but it’s expensive and you have to redo it every year. No can do.
Stay safe, Kathy.
easier in winter, for sure, but there are definitely trade-offs, aren’t there?
stay safe!
kathy in iowa
Yes, there are.
I can’t imagine shoveling snow! Happy you got so much done. Love the tree in the dollhouse. I have many of those packages “in transit” and just figure I’ll wait and see what happens at this point. It’s not USPS fault at all. Take care, stay warm and enjoy the singing. Hugs!
Trying to be calm, but it’s maddening!
Stay safe, Linda.
Happy singing! I am waiting on packages as well, but it is the joy of 2020. I am trying to roll with it, with the occasional melt down and hair pulling. To better days!
Melissa
Same here. I try to stay calm, after all what can I do? I just went on the USPS site to track a number and the tracking function was down.
Stay safe, Melissa!
One year our in transit packages from that USPS arrived in mid January. Hope yours arrives by Christmas.
Oh boy. I hope it isn’t that late when they arrive.
I checked on each of them today and still no updates.
Stay safe, Cindy.
I brought out two small bottle brush Christmas trees to put next to my mini houses for Christmas. Now one is missing…..the cats. They can’t resist them. They love to carry them around. One is still AOL. 🎄
That makes me laugh, Janet! A missing tree.
Stay safe!
Bonjour Claudia,
Snow is beautiful from a warm home not when one can shovel 14 inches. It snowed a lot in your area my God ! Nevertheless snow makes beautiful and fairy photos.
I like your modern dollhouse. It looks comfortable :o)
Bon weekend et prenez soin de vous.
Thank you so much, Helene!
Stay safe, my friend!
The snow is so pretty to be such a bother.
Doll house looks modern and marvelous.
I’ve been waiting for a package for two days. Got notified it’s now ‘expected’ (not guaranteed) to arrive next Tuesday. And yes, the carrier is the USPS. I wonder if it’s more than just them, though, or if FedX, UPS, OnTrac and others are all in the same ‘boat’ with so many people/customers ordering for delivery to home. And how many of their workers are out sick with Covid or perhaps having to be quarantined. But it sure seems more bogged down than other holiday times.
But these are such tough days everywhere. And of course in my area of SoCalif, we’re in dire Covid shape with zero-percent capacity/ICU beds in L.A. County (10 million population) with the topic on the mind of anyone I speak with lately being, “Don’t get sick with anything else; watch your step, don’t take a fall; be careful on the freeway!” etc. Anything to not have to go to a hospital; no room at the inn.
I’m in northern ‘burbs’ but my neighboring county was at one percent bed capacity, now four percent (they want us to be at least at 20 percent) and then my town’s homeless shelter (3 miles from my house) had an outbreak with 30 (a growing number of) residents, staff, volunteers all Covid positive and/or sick with the virus.
I’m tell’in ya, my husband and I have been out locally (not out of town) in the car this week with essential errands where we were mega careful and went extra steps to make sure we weren’t anywhere near another human being, but even my husband was stressed (he’s the calmer one of us) and we can’t wait each time to get back home despite being lured with crystal-clear, blue-sky, sunny & windless days here which would make for a lovely drive.
On the phone with a good friend who certainly cleaned up her act about being more Covid-careful, only to have her drop on me toward the end of the conversation that she and her husband are definitely gathering over Christmas, driving 100 miles to each of their families, dinner at one house and then dinner at another. What I got was, “But we know our ‘pod’.” Still, that’s five people at one house (from four different households) and probably a dozen people at the other (she has three siblings; it’s them, their adult children, the grandchildren and great-grands; a 97-year-old parent in a wheelchair, are you kidding me, because they of course none of them all live together but are coming from separate locations). All intelligent, educated, good, sensible people who have totally LOST their minds (if you ask me).
We just drove, an hour ago, past new City signs in lights that say very pointedly, NO GATHERINGS.
This keeps up, and we’re gonna get some kind of lockdown imposed like we haven’t seen yet, and maybe that’s a good thing if folks like my friend continue to defy the health experts and violate the stay-home order. How else to slow/stop the virus since it will be too long til any significant portion of the people are vaccinated? I swear nothing is making me crazier than this refusal to follow the science and heed the experts. The utter lack of compliance (and selfishness!) when if just a little-bit of patience/delay-of-gratification (postpone the celebration, not forever; just for a while!) could be exercised on the meet-ups in order to slow the spread of the virus; but, oh no, “I can’t possibly spend Christmas by myself or with just my husband and without my kids.” As if to say it’s a fate worse than death. Which is why I guess they risk death with a wildly-out-of-control epidemic. (I hear myself being judgmental. But we’re all supposed to be in this together with the same goal to be rid of Covid. The violators are just making it bad for everyone, contributing to the problem of spread; it’s not good problem-solving when we’re otherwise desperate for a solution.)
(If we’ve got this surge from Thanksgiving, can you imagine what January will look like after Christmas? Horrifying to even contemplate how many people we could yet lose. I hope it’s not going to be my friend of whom I’m speaking, the one of us who, in our old group of all the years ago and since, was always the practical one; the one with the level-head and common sense. I just can’t understand it.)
So my husband says, “Off with the news; quit watching; quit reading.” I’ll try this weekend and fight for peace in my brain. But it’s a neverending quest. There’s a lot going on. Need to get back to the reason for the season and be calmed with pretty holiday lights, hot cocoa, blankies and just.be.still (as though I might be looking out my window and seeing stars shine on snow; that glistening Winter White you have, Claudia [which I understand ‘quiets’ the other sounds; the snow blanket).
I have another friend with whom I’ve spoken just days ago and we’ve decided to talk to one another again on the weekend via phone speaker, each of us opening the gift from the other as if we were sitting right in front of each other. Next best thing, but it’s okay; it’s safer. Just gotta adjust. And it’s quite do-able!
I was thinking of the 1800s, when a family would trek by covered wagon westward-ho, settling down on America’s prairie or woodlands, starting a new life with hardly anything, scraping out a living; maybe a nearest town some number of miles away; of course having left other family members ‘back home’ in those faraway eastern settlements who they might never see again and certainly no trains or phones or newspapers; months, if at all, to get a letter from a relative. These American pioneers spent THEIR Christmases alone and isolated. Sometimes, depending upon location, buried in snow; their own form of lockdown. If they could do it, so can we.
We just had our pest guy come by. He wears a mask and I made Don put on his mask. But even so, Don had to tell the guy to cover his nose. He doesn’t come in the house now just the basement, which is entered from the outside and closed off from the actual house. We put the baits that we use in the house outside and he refills them, then we take them back in the house and wash and disinfect our hands, though he wears gloves. They’re very careful and made a decision at the beginning of the pandemic NOT to enter homes. (If you live in the country around here, you have a problem with field mice – especially in an older home. I hate having to do it but they will multiply and take over the house.)
It’s insane out there.
Don was at the dump the other day and a guy started walking toward him without a mask on. Don said something like “What the hell or maybe it was f***, man, wear a mask!” as Don moved away from the guy. The guy got pissed, told D to “Take it easy” but he did go and put on his mask.
Really, people? And NY is pretty good about following mask protocols. Cuomo said the other day that he might have to impost strict a strict lockdown as he did in March. I’ve seen it coming.
Stay safe, Vicki.
glad the pest guy/company has a system to hopefully take care of one problem (field mice) and not cause another (covid-19).
good for don to confront that guy at the dump. too bad it was necessary. really, people, indeed!
stay safe in every way.
kathy in iowa
You’d think we wouldn’t have to say that anymore, but we do!
hej, vicki …
i can’t imagine being at 0% capacity for icu hospital beds … how scary! i hope you and everyone else (including your friend and her family) stay safe in every way. may God please help us all, especially when we can’t seem to help ourselves and other people by wearing masks, maintaining a safer social distance, etc.!
your package-opening-on-speaker-phone with a friend sounds great, fun!
good luck and prayers with everything.
kathy in iowa
… thank you sweet kathy in iowa; same back atcha …
same, vicki.
and i know that i was “preaching to the choir”, that the “we” here at mhc fo wear masks, keep socially-distant, care …
how was the long-distant gift unwrapping?
have a good night and weekend ahead. stay safe!
kathy in iowa
“fo” = do … actually wear masks, etc.
Claudia, that carpet in the modern dollshouse… might that be one of those expensive mousepads? It has the look.
I love them, but only buy them in thrift shops, where they can be surprisingly cheap (if few and far between).
No, Petra. I bought it at a miniatures show!
Stay safe.
Glad your morning began with a song!! My hubs practiced piano all morning, which was lovely, and they are recording the Christmas Eve service at church this afternoon. It is just him, the minister, and the sound person. So different with no choir this year.
Hope you & Don are feeling better this morning after all of your muscles work themselves out. Working out in the yard and the gardens all summer is so much more fun than wrestling with snow.
Hope you have a joyful and peaceful weekend. Take care.
A choir will be missed, that’s for sure! But we do what we have to do.
Thanks, Chris.
Stay safe.
The modern house looks terrific!
And wow — that’s a ton of shoveling and blowing (and still the car is down under). Be careful out there — I suspect you might have tender backs tomorrow. I think most of my stuff has arrived, or at least I don’t know if it hasn’t. But I worry about things I mailed getting somewhere before Christmas. At least this year everybody understands!
Don went out when our pest guy was here and shoveled the car out – it wasn’t all that buried. We had parked it near the shed and he moved it back into its usual place. It’s going down to 5 degrees tonight, so I imagine we’ll have to salt everything tomorrow.
Stay safe, Jeanie.
I don’t understand the salting part. What prompts you to have to do it? What is the difference it makes for you?
Salt melts ice. Every business in the world where it snows salts their sidewalk and parking area. We salt our driveway and our walkways. If it gets very cold slush and snow turn to ice.
I’m too ignorant. I just remember people telling me on the Gulf Coast, where it RARELY got icy or snowy, that salt wrecks the metal on your car. The prospect of ice sounds like such a menace for human or vehicle. I did drive in black ice but only once; I of course had no idea what it was, and it wasn’t expected in Houston that week. I should understand the ‘science’ of salt, though, because I know you can sprinkle salt on too much suds in the sink and it’ll take down the suds in a nanosecond. (I guess I could’ve asked my husband about any of this, as he has definitely grown up around snow in the Midwest.) Thanks for the explanation, though, to my spur-or-the-moment question.
I guess my eyes are really going, but I keep making typo after typo lately, unless it’s auto-correct. Our nights are colder here in SoCalif, lately in the wee hours of the morning, too (30s), so I notice when we’re out in the early morning for senior-hour errands (and the furnace doesn’t work in our one car), and of course it’s still cold even with the daylight, my arthritic hands really ache and the fingers are stiff, so it makes sense maybe my keyboarding is off. Anyway, ‘spur-OF-the-moment’, and I really need to start proofreading better if I’m going to leave a comment. (What is spur-of-the-moment anyway? Old expressions probably from my parents [from THEIR parents?].)
xoxo
Salt is a life saver in the winter. It also is distributed on the roads by plow drivers. It does ruin your car eventually, but we wouldn’t be able to drive safely on any road without it.
Fourteen inches is still a lot of snow…glad you are resting up today. Music always starts the day off well…any chance we can hear the duet?
Take care…the snow is beautiful! ;)
I don’t even know if Don and Dan are going to release it. I just do a wee bit of harmony on the chorus, using the upper part of my range – very lightly. I have no idea how it turned out!
Stay safe, Donna.
Fresh snow always is so peaceful. Even with the work it involves there is a certain peaceful beauty to snow that rain doesn’t have.
I have a missing package from USPS that is quite unbelievable. My package originated somewhere in Amazon-land. Made it’s way through that maze. Landed safely in Minnesota . went to three, yes 3, different Amazon facilities then finally came to the post office in my town. Where it was very promptly sent to the far reaches of western Minnesota. It got to my town, it had my address on the box, but somehow it ended up on the North Dakota border for a week.. When it reached the next town is where the USPS quit tracking, and I got the standard “your package is late…” whenever I tracked the number. I was finally delivered today.
The delay I could handle (sort of), but what really got to me was the shipping it out FROM my town to places unknown!
We are doing Christmas at home (my brother and I…he lives with me now). My son and his wife will be at their home. We will Zoom during the opening of gifts. Is this ideal? NO! Is it safe, practical? YES! Would I rather be in person sharing hugs and laughter? ABSOLUTELY! We won’t be promoting this virus, and still share our love for one another.
Whoa, that’s quite the story about your package!
Your last words here are so true. Of course we’d rather be with friends and family. But we won’t do that because we love each other and ourselves.
Rick and Doug live 6 miles down the road and we missed Thanksgiving with them and will miss Christmas. We accept that. It has to be.
Interesting to hear of your recent experiences. Why does it sometimes feel like it’s every man/woman for themselves out there? The extra vigilance ‘against’ others who could make us sick is really draining. I still have the dreams/nightmares where it’s me who’s out without MY mask and that I’m in danger. Wearing a mask is still odd to me because I’m not experienced with wearing one as I’m hardly ever outside my house in the past nine months; I’m always worried I’ll mess up about it because it’s not part of my routine as it would be with a worker who has to be out there in the ‘germs’ every day.
I have to get off the web because I just read the scariest article (written in part by a guy with whom I used to work 10,000 years ago when we were so young; and because I knew of what a good TV reporter he was even in the 80s, I’m of course going to pay attention when his name is attached to an in-depth article such as this) … about L.A. being now the nation’s epicenter of the virus, which reminded me of your NYC last March, right? What we keep seeing over and over again on the local news are the interviews here and there when a hospital worker like a nurse or ER physician says, on the run, a few words on camera (like, “help us out, please; wear a mask”), and these people look like hell; they are EXHAUSTED, no let up; while one was being briefly interviewed and talking about having three Code Blues in the last few hours of his shift, there it went on the overhead with ‘the voice’ in the corridors saying, “Code Blue, Code Blue” and the doctor said something to the effect of, “That’s our normal now.” I say again, for L.A., where is that frick’in hospital ship they sent up from San Diego once before, several months back? Don’t we need it now? What are they waiting for?
Then I just finished my little hometown (joke of a) newspaper, which tries its mightiest but it’s sometimes a sort of gossip rag and barely hanging on (this is SMALL-town stuff here), and there was a long Letter to The Editor by a woman who lives in town. She had a Latino surname (my city is about 85 percent Latino [primarily Mexican] to 15 percent non-Latino in population) and I noted she printed her letter in both Spanish language and English because she meant it, I’m sure, to be instructional/helpful but also a warning to the entire populace (me included), but she said no one had been more careful with Covid than she had been; same with her husband. Yet they both have it now. (I’m figuring maybe they’re in their 40s.) Masked and gloved anytime in a store; sometimes even wearing a face shield besides. Clorox disinfecting wipes inside the car, wipe down steering wheel, door handles every time. Both she and her husband not around others from what I could gather; children at home but who don’t interact with other kids and of course not in school because nobody’s been in school in SoCalif since any of this began.
She would visit her elderly mother once a week, and he would visit his (in the form of caregiving), but these two older women were completely locked down. However, this writer’s husband started getting very sick (vivid descriptions of illness just awful and, what I hear of over and over again, a Covid headache which is simply not bearable); he was Covid positive and so is she, the wife/writer (although she’s asymptomatic).
Anyway, she said with as careful as they’d been, how on earth did they get the virus? And she also said, ‘You don’t want it.” So her letter was coming down on other citizens in my town to pay attention to the big signs on streets (and also full-page ads from the County in the newspaper) about handwashing, mask-wearing, NOT GATHERING; to stop ignoring the advice once and for all because this is real and it’s scary and horrible. She said what breaks her heart the most, although she’s yet fearful for her quite-ill husband, is her children feeling so scared about illness, that something will happen to both her, the mom, like him, their dad; that she let them pile on the bed and sleep together for comfort, crying their eyes out til they fell asleep. (I keep thinking, oh dear, did they then inadvertently also expose those older grandmothers?) Such hardships on families but think of the children and how you explain this stuff; what they see and hear, what they’re capable of understanding but also what they’re not, which can make the little things fearful; so impressionable. Breaks your heart.
My God, what more is it going to take after hearing these things and what is happening to so many families? Can’t we just get to OVER … just get carefully from Point A to Z til more people are vaccinated? But in that aforementioned web article, it quoted as reasons for Calif’s huge acceleration of virus as being a result of “Covid fatigue, resistance to stay-home regulations, a huge number of essential workers, and socio-economic factors affecting poorer/minority households” – – “too many patients just could not resist seeing friends and family during Thanksgiving” — and this, about Covid, from our USC (Univ of SoCalif) Medical Center, Chief Medical Officer, “We are getting crushed.” But the article goes on to state that Calif wasn’t in a good way even before Thanksgiving, which the state officials attributed directly to the aforesaid Covid fatigue, specifically “more instances of private, indoor gatherings” (ICU doc at Cedars-Sinai echoing the same, “unfortunately, the stories I hear from the patients, it’s all been the same story; people are just having Covid fatigue … but as soon as you start mixing households, as soon as you come indoors, this is how the virus spreads”).
People need to tune in, not tune off. My husband says, “You can’t make them listen; they’re not going to listen.” Just like my friend who is going to those two Christmas gatherings in just about five days from now and who I fear could really jeopardize her health.
I’m feeling ‘way too frustrated, so I think I’ll go sit in the sun for awhile. The day just started out wrong because we went to the cemetery with flowers from the yard but all of our family’s gravemarkers were completely obliterated by some sort of mudwash. They must have had a broken pipe or something with the yard sprinklers. We didn’t even want to dig down in that mud goo to find the floral cans. It wasn’t just our family plot but as far across as we could see in that that wide swath of lawn, all the gravemarkers/in-ground markers with all info covered by MUD. My husband said quietly, “Well, this just is NOT acceptable and the top layer is dry, so it’s been this way for awhile.” (See, we don’t go like we did before Covid; we’ll drive thru the cemetery but we don’t get out of the car. And if we don’t have enough flowers in our yard, we haven’t wanted to go in a store to go buy any either.)
Anyway, I didn’t get much help when I called the cemetery office (I was still onsite but didn’t want to go into their tiny building/office for obvious reasons), so I formulated a note to the Gen Mgr, with whom I’ve spoken many times and I have her personal email address, that this is just something we can’t have at holiday time when I’ve got relatives visiting the family graves at Christmas when they ordinarily wouldn’t be doing it during the year.
Sometimes it’s the smaller complications of life that can build up enough to want to tear you down, so I tell myself this is a fixable situation, don’t have a temper tantrum with the cemetery folks; stuff happens. It’s just that I didn’t want to go out again; we’ve had three days of it, essential errands and the like, three very-early mornings, back to back; I’m just done and want to spend this week before Christmas with quiet stuff. As so many have said here, the little twinkly/glowy holiday lights inside the house and on the Christmas tree are very soothing. I need some cocooning.
(I’m afraid this will print twice again. I’m having some tech probs.)
Very upsetting! That poor couple.
stay safe, Vicki.
It was poignant. She was so earnest. Wrote it from the heart; a plea. I cried. What got me was the image of her children so frightened; of course they’d seen their father get really sick at home, so they were right there and clearly bewildered. God, get us out of this nightmare epidemic soonest; please.
Please. Please.
xo
It’s a beautiful photo! I’m sorry to hear about your mail problems. A few of my packages were tracked to our PO and disappeared there. It’s across the country. Just another joy of 2020. Thanks for sharing your lovely big and little trees with us. Everyone needs all the light we can get this year.
Thank you, Nora.
Stay safe.
IN TRANSIT ON ITS WAY TO ANOTHER FACILITY…..I have informed family that packages may not make it there for Christmas. Okay we can live with that. No midnight mass for us this year. So be it. No exchange of gifts between husband and I. Don’t need anything, go anywhere, see anyone. So….this will be a really calm holiday. I think that all the physical work you and Don do around the house and property keeps you healthy and strong. You must sleep like a baby. All that fresh air! Have a good rest…stay safe.
I don’t sleep like a baby. No matter how much physical work one does, sleep isn’t guaranteed.
Thanks, Maria.
Stay safe!
As people our age fess up to one another, I’m not hearing of one single person who’s sleeping like a baby. It’s a continual lament (and concern) but I remember years ago reading that we don’t sleep the way we used to once we hit 40. And of course this is 2020, the year from hell (who doesn’t have too much on their mind?). If we’re senior-aged, we have mileage on our bodies; we get tired. We have aches and pains we didn’t have when we were 20 or 30. TMI, but the bladder maybe isn’t what it once was, or maybe it’s prostate (so, sometimes, you’re up in the night to pee). Some people age and don’t breathe as well either. As we shut down for Covid, a lot of us aren’t getting enough exercise and/or activity to get tired enough for sleep. Maybe we need more oxygen! I just think there must be hundreds of reasons why we’re feeling we don’t get enough sleep anymore. My husband has decided to quit worrying about it; we’re retired; if it was a bad night, allow yourself an early-afternoon nap; take it easy; it’s not like the days when we’d had no sleep and then had to haul out of bed to commute to work and be at a job away from home all day long. And everybody’s body is different, unique to itself. Same for what plagues the mind (all the unresolved stuff in our brains). My ‘lay person’s’ opinion!
The beautiful picture of the front yard with icicles, tree and sunshine looks like a Christmas card. I especially love the shoveled walk with footprints. Gorgeous!
Thank you so much, Tana!
Stay safe.