It is Friday. It is a different weekend.

I don't have my two boys because they have "vid" and quarantining w their dad. HATE the stupid tests.
GRATITUDE because the positive test may be Benevolence leading the way to keeping them from getting the jab. It is a constant uncertainty in my life as I have a non-co-parent that believes in the injection and chastises me -- "if they had gotten the vax, they wouldn't have missed school" yada yada yada.

STICK WITH IT, Gwyn! --the grace and the open heart. Breathe and believe they are protected and their souls know what is best for them, not you or even dad know the outcome.
Say the prayer and breathe.
Feel into the subtle bitchiness in the heart
and the angry flare up in the brain.
Oh, don't forget that huge waded up ball of fear in the gut.

It is a quiet evening. I am in the office hiding in these articles and musing about my life.

My daughter is upstairs playing her electric guitar and singing, "What it all comes down to, is that everything is gonna be fine, fine, fine..."

Tears well up.

" 'cause, I've got one hand in my pocket and the other one is giving a high five."