Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

My husband and I ate lunch outside at our friends' house, and it was a delightful break from our routine. She made lovely squash soup and we had pizza as well, from our local bakery. It wasa chilly though, so despite our jackets, they turned the deck heater on. We realize this outside eating will not be viable soon. Adjust and adapt, adjust and adapt. That's what we all do these days. I have ordered my Christmas cards and made a list of things to do around the holidays. Not much, but I don't mind that break. I'm letting the joy come from figuring out what to get the grandkids, and ordering a new stocking for the little one who wasn't even born last year. Whether I decorate or not will be decided by whether my daughter, and her family, keep the three year old out of preschool and test before. I'm okay either way, at this point. Having been careful for so long, it's crazy to get sloppy now. I fear covid, and my own vulnerability to it. But at my age, there is always some health threat to fear; it's just part of the package of being fortunate enough to still be alive and kicking. I would say I'm adjusting and adapting nicely.