Today seemed to be the day of not-so-great news.
A friend started therapy for leukemia. An in-law developed a blood clot in his knee the size of a lemon. One of his dearest family members is in hospice. And the newest addition to our family, baby Charlie, went into the hospital for a cold and is on oxygen.
I’ve begun to loathe the phrase thoughts and prayers. Though literally that is all there is to do. Think and pray. Think and pray. Are the two even any different? I’m sure there is a good argument that thought is a form of prayer.
Tonight we went for an evening walk in the gloaming. The lights of our town reflected in the night. At the darkest of times, we look for the light.