Of Barbed Wire and Butterflies

Somewhere between an election, the stumbling roll-out of vaccines, and the exhausting pain flowing from the previous Administration, I feel like an eternity of noise and isolation is finally giving way to hope. There’s a light shining, however dimly, at the end of the pandemic tunnel.

Instead of listening to politicians harangue the opposition, I’m doing some stitching. Rather than watching Senator Hawley’s latest excursion into QAnon myths, I’ve been reading — I mean, not just email but books, those things that have covers and pages and authors. I’ve even been able to sit down long enough to watch a whole movie, beginning to end….more on Medium.