Taking it right up to the deadline this morning. Someday, I will cross that line. And not get slapped into total quarantine. And someday, if I am very lucky I will cross that line with my backpack, passport, and credit card and I will bravely head to the airport or train station.
This is a dead bat. I was sad to see a dead bat. But, strangely happy to find a dead bat at the foot of my building. It means we still have bats. It was wicked windy last night and the unfortunate bat could have been slammed in the building. Or it could have been some owl’s dinner. And the owl was unable to deal with the wind and the bat. Hope the bat didn’t have Covid-19.
Gratitude
Grateful that I have a memory bank chocked full of happy times that help see me through these strange days.
That about says it all.
Except that I hear dinner coming.
Mālama pono