Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

Christmas Eve, and as if in a sci fy movie. Like 28 days later or Contagion. Our state is absolutely beseiged with covid. We are not supposed to go anywhere. Luckily, our weather is forbidding, and tomorrow is supposed to be rainy. It may help keep people in, but I'm thinking it might be this new, more spreadable strain, so that people aren't really acting out, it's the virus acting out. Fear is in the air. But we will spend these next few days in our temporary pod with our daughter, son-in-law and two of our grandsons, so we are very lucky. They quarantined and tested, and we can be together until January 4, when our four year old grandson returns to his preschool. There is no greater joy than children at this time of year. It will be the baby's first Christmas, and he loves (a little too much) the tree. The presents have to wait until he's asleep tonight, or they'd all be in tatters. I hope everyone finds a way to keep hopeful and cheery. Merry Christmas to all and to all a better safer 2021!