Like most people, I have climbed a lot of hills in my life.
Actually, I probably haven’t climbed as many as most people, but I’ve climbed my share.
I climbed the stairs up one of the Kolomoki mounds in Georgia once.
I stood on the top and felt proud of myself.
I’ve been to Capitol Hill.
I guess I could write about those hills, but I’d rather tell you about how a hill helped me get healthier.
These are careful times.
From the second the news of the coronavirus pandemic broke, we have sought and soaked up information about a novel sickness.
The signs are everywhere.
The next step in the new normal has begun.
I’m ready to explore some more.
I had a pretty good list of trips taken and travel goals for 2020, but coronavirus crossed off all of my plans.
Freedom is a precious thing.
We’ll honor those who paid the price to keep us free at the end of the month, but it’s never too early to start.
I love food.
I could end this post there, but I won’t.
I think I’ll use the rest of it to say thank you to those in the food service industry who have continued to give customers some sense of normalcy.
Thankfully, I haven’t been able to relate to a lot of the struggles people have experienced throughout the coronavirus crisis.
The crazy time happens just before dark.
Today, I’d been home from work for a little while, and I got another chance to do what’s become part of my routine since “coronavirus” and “quarantine” became parts of regular conversations.
I sit on the front porch in a rocking chair and read.
I cracked a new book open today, but I didn’t get through the prologue before it started.
It was the crazy time, when those crazy things come from who knows where and try to eat me alive.
This is it.
With this post, I have written something every day for the last month.
I am grateful to WordPress Discover for these prompts, which is great because today’s WordPress Discover prompt is “grateful.”
Sometimes, things just work out well.