Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

The bad air quality today due to fires kept my daughter, two grandsons and I inside all day, and the three year old unraveled by the afternoon. We tried to wear him out dancing to "Captain Feathersword" with us playing the kazoo and shaking rattles, but it didn't quite do the trick. The smell is awful, and we joked about being even more stuck inside than because of the pandemic. We at least could take a walk with masks. Now we fear the worst every time there is a fire truck siren. I'm frazzled, and too worn out to make much for dinner. It's a salad again tonight. That is all I can muster up. My four year old grandson began his school year remotely, and it's so sad. All he wants to do is play with other kids. Now his only friend is a teacher online. My granddaughter will begin her second junior high year online as well, with none of the social buzz she so badly needs. I'm praying something hopeful happens soon. Rain perhaps.