A Badgerling, a Bow, and a Perforated Milk Jug
Well, gentle reader, this corona virus/toilet paper apocalypse thing is getting to me a bit. The night before last I was feeling pretty anxious about the state of the world. I'm not usually a big worrier; I generally try to focus on the stuff I can do and refuse to think much about the rest. But I have to admit recent events have been getting me down. So, I was up a lot during the night. I spent a lot of time praying, singing, trying to get my head on straight. Yesterday was a busy day. Did a lot of school work in the morning. I'm a teacher, and yeah, we're all having to re-learn how to reach kids in this new and hopefully temporary reality. After lunch Katie (my 10 year old daughter) and I went for a long walk. We saw new baby lambs, friendly people out cycling, a few drivers that waved and smiled at us. We walked down the road a couple miles to North Fork creek, where we skipped rocks, soaked up sun (it being the absolutely tropical temperature of 51F), and wa