Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

Our 3 year old grandson started preschool this morning, and our daughter says he had tears in his eyes but went willingly with the teacher. It was a wrenching decision for my daughter and her husband to make, but he was craving playing with other kids, and to be allowed into a playground. Hopefully, the school's safety precautions will protect them. So now we are on our own, without being able to see any grandchildren without masks, social distancing and being outside. Two are in another state, so they are unavailable anyway. I plan on writing a baby book for the 6 month old, organizing photos with my husband, doing my exercise video and walking, and talking, talking, talking on the phone. I feel I can do this, but the dreary weather, the smoke on and off, the shorter days, the election gloom, even the holidays make me struggle to be upbeat. What will our holidays be this year? Zoom, I guess. Blah!