Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

My husband had a restless night therefore I did as well. But before I went to bed I had anxiety, because of my friend's fall and injury. When someone you love needs you, and you live in a Covid world, you are kind of powerless. This morning my daughter called because her younger son was sick and her husband stayed home with him yesterday, but she had to today. The stress of two toddlers and a job teaching second grade and the paranoia of covid makes balancing everything an almost hopeless task. The parents of her students are freaked out because of their children being back in school, and she has to deal with everyone's PTSD. I cannot help much because when another grandson got a flu right before covid we caught it and were laid up six weeks, so we no longer feel indominable. I hate not being able to help out because of my age and vulnerability. It's exasperating. So my blood pressure was up a bit, and I want to be a fairy godmother with a wand, but, guess what? I'm no such thing. No magic powers at all. I want to fly up and help my friend, and go over to my daughter's house and give her a break, and I'm not going to do either. Shucks!