Opening the door into the house from the garage upon returning from doing errands, I was greeted by the rancid smell of burnt toast, long since breakfast, tossed out. Bad things just seem to linger, like a negative experience that keeps re-running though days and weeks slip away.
The first friend I made at my present church stepped away from the congregation at the onset of Covid19 and two weeks ago she returned, to the welcoming smiles, hugs and words of several members attending the vigil Mass. It was great to welcome her back.
Our weather is lovely for a few days, then it shifts, though it has not been nearly as terrifying as reports of weather events across other parts of the country, even in our own state. Just two weeks out from the great feast of Easter Sunday, it is hard for me to focus on the beginning of spring.
ponderingalongthemilkyway 