This is how I felt for most of the morning. Lots of SCARY new things on the horizon this year. May I just hide in my shell, please? To combat a paralysis of fear, I cooked. Creamy carrot soup for friend Rose who has had the flu; chicken soup for Ray and me.
I continue to count One Thousand Gifts. Today’s are…
16. In my purse: The dogeared photo of my crazy-loved, late cats, Kirby and Magic.
17. In my fridge: Freshly made chicken vegetable soup.
18. In my heart: Stubborn hope -the stuff I live on.
Now to relax and watch a little charmer of a movie, Letters to Juliet.
More tomorrow, Lord willing and the creek don’t rise.