There is a piece of my mind that thinks that I should be building the barricades, getting ready for more doom and disaster. However, the majority of my mind and heart is so happy and glad. The sun is shining, the birds are singing, the women across the street are in their skimpy clothes. I feel like I should be dancing and singing away, like in a musical or something.
And yet, I can’t completely shake the impeding sense of doom….
A 40-something rediscovering life in California