Freedom was something I enjoyed when Presidents Obama and Biden were in office. I knew our country was in good hands and my president was working for all of the people he served. Each day was peaceful and without fear of who might suffer and be kidnapped off the streets.

She was begging him to be merciful, but he isn't good at self reflection. Her tone was gentle, and she never raised her voice. I hope against hope that he was at least made a little uncomfortable--enough that perhaps he'll hesitate and maybe temper a future action.

Sorry. Heifer International.

It does feel like living another life each night. I had another dream (fuzzy details now) that involved passports and high anxiety.

My favorite lunch.

Love that kitty face!

But, my kids. They are my very favorite people. I would make the effort to see them, regardless of how uncomfortable that journey made me. I like having this connection with my dad, who is also a great mystery in my life. I like sharing this trait with him.

It took me a long time to recognize that I was an introvert. The pandemic and WFH have solidified that realization. I can go a LONG time without even stepping foot outside my front door. And I'm fine with that. People are just hard.

I recall Mom saying that Daddy was just more comfortable at home.
I understand now. One would like to see someone, but the actual interaction and being somewhere other than home is so stressful that you can bear it for no longer than just a short while.

What I best remember about these visits is that they rarely lasted very long. Daddy would always say something like, "Well, I guess we better head home." So, after getting ready, driving to my sibling's home, making this effort, we'd be there no longer than 10-15 minutes.

Hon, I can't watch the news. I read Heather Cox Richardson's post each day, and that summary has to suffice, because I don't trust most of the news channels now.