I can't really think or write much tonight. On our walk this evening, we bumped into a friend who is going through the biggest pile of life-threatening and stressful crap that the world can throw at one person at one time. And on top of that they are stuck between a rock and a hard place because of Covid-19 and not being able to go into hospital for treatment. But the thing that gets me is that they were still smiling and laughing at the size of the clusterfuck they face, in isolation and with no chance of even a hug. That, my friends, is some kind of true grit and I am as full of admiration as I am of upset.
Today I am thankful that the decisions I currently face are of the simple, non-life-threatening variety. For being able to celebrate another family birthday online and see the family. And for a hit of golden light at sunset.
Somehow this line of pigeons on Stirchley/Cotteridge bridge sums up today.
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