The Monday Morning Group (which is now monthly) came at 7:30. I had put out food, a rare thing, to help fuel our inspiration for antidoting the toxic politics. I hve been told that calls are more effective than signing on-line petitions, so I tried calls to congresspeople roday instead of emails.
Some message boxes are full, and there is evidently no inerest in emptying them.
I have no idea if anything we are doing is making any difference; I dare not give up.
I loaded the nine glass 3-gallon bottles into the car and went to Eldorado Springs.
I watched my own impatience mount as the person before me loaded his bottles into the machine slow and distracted, doing it one-handed while his other hand held the smart phone on which he was having a business discussion. But I did get my nine 3-gallon glass jugs filled, eventually, then clanked back up the dirt road.
I didn't navigate for the fact that this flu requires more recovery time: I am still achey and tired.
Tomorrow there is a tribute concert at the JCC in memory of Leonard Cohen, z'l. I am re-memorizing the words to "Anthem". I hope I wil have the energy and voice to do it justice.
There is indeed "a crack in everything".