Rainy days and Thursdays…

I don’t know what it is about rainy cloudy days that make me breath deeply again, but there is something fresh and new and hopeful and even alive in them.

So this morning as I run around to my various meetings and coffees and funeral arrangements, my spirit feels at ease. It’s good.

And though I could probably use a nap, this day is going to be relentless. Tonight is Micah’s “Grad” supper and whatever else happens at a grade eight graduation.

Anyway, I gotta get going now. A grieving family awaits.