Here is an admission: I have been feeling low. Very low. Terribly, exceptionally low. And in the word lonely there is low. Lo and behold the times of plague, both universal and personal. This, is personal. This is putting into words the sick feeling I arise with each morning. The mother is virtually gone, and the husband, who is in limbo health-wise, weigh heavily on me. I wake up each morning and fear the new day. What else can possibly happen? What else must I take care of? What else is there to worry about: knowing full well that worry … Continue reading →