N-Wording XI

With the second anniversary of the fatal car wreck upon us, the craving for predictable stability remains a critical need onboard our little ship of fools. This morning was a touch of heavan I would wish to nurture into business-as-usual. Just wishing. . . The maskites are still rumbling ominously about the yaddahs of the masked blahs. The Farmer's Almanac is predicting an especially harsh winter this year. I believe we, globally, are going into this year's cold and flu season with greatly lowered immune systems. The global shutdown did, indeed, prevent most of last year's cold and flu season. The question is sustainability. The unseen members of the microbial world even found ways past Howard Hughes' one-man, multi-million dollar sanitation chamber. That solution seems even less sustainable on a global scale.

Whatever the whats of that Great Debate. . .

Prayers in progress that this morning can be The New Normal onboard this little ship of fools.

I'll let the maskites tend their own New Normal with prayers that **They** keep their New Normal to themselves. No, masked one, you are not invited to walk to the school bus stop with us. Stay safe. Please increase your social distance.

Again I leave the rapid cycling median. I am fine. How are you?