A dear friend has finished plasticing the windows of our house.
So after a morning of our errands, it was a fall-over in-bed rest for the duration.
I lay here, thinking about our nation, the world.
The windows buffeted out, then in. Out, in. My house was breathing.
So I lay here, breathing with my house.
Saying small words and thoughts and prayers for us all.
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