All We Have Is Each Other

My other fantastic find today were relay-readings, like are done at Bloomsday here, of The Iliad and The Odyssey.

Artists and essential workers continue to keep the world whole. Most artists whom I idolize are at least 65 years old; they are being infected and in some cases dying faster than I can keep up with.

Someone in a support group I am part of described the virtual meeting through which his family cremated his mother-in-law this morning.

The kids have had it made clear to them that their comfort, relaxation, and enjoyment everyday is paramount in maintaining their health. I hope it’s a lesson they keep with them. It rarely interferes with what I ask of them.