Got my flu shot today

 

Who knows when we will have the other vaccine.  We are certainly seeing an uptick in cases and absences where I work.  

My friend, Kathy, is home from the hospital, so she is better.  However, her sprits are way low.  It is hard to help with no contact, but I did go pick up her prescriptions yesterday and drop them at her door.  I am praying for her full recovery.

Better days are coming so hang on.

Roscoe Wade brings the message

 Roscoe has sermons on Youtube. The Message lives on...

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Fall is here

I could smell it in the air on my walk.

Roscoe Wade passed yesterday. I will get a plant for the family today from all of us. 

Rev. 14:33 "Blessed are the dead who die in the Lord...Blessed indeed, that they may rest from their labors."

Should the family be so blessed as to have Cousin Frankie provide the last sermon.

And, some good news. My friend Kathy is back home today. Glory...

Early Morning Light...

This was just after 8 this morning when I started on my walk.  A beautiful way to start the day. I logged 3 miles today. Most days I only do one.

Sisters have been posting opinions.  I, not so much.  But some things I read just hurt my sense of justice and fairness.

A lowly security guard shot and killed someone at a protest yesterday. Again. This poor man, right or wrong, is to be pitied. I have an easy, laid back job with few demands and several perks. I will never, ever be asked by my employer to use deadly force at my job. And, yet, it is probable that my hourly earnings at this low level, undemanding occupation is more than that of that poor fellow. He may well now be charged with murder. Any employer that requires an employee to carry a firearm on the job should pay dearly for that service. My company does not pay me dearly, and neither did that poor sucker's employer.

And. Celeberities' entitlement.  A princess says online comments caused her to suffer almost unsurviveablely.  She needs to talk to some of the left behind by covid deaths. Like, maybe, the widow of the Broadway star that suffered for months before passing. Or anyone that has lost a young child to any illiness. Words may hurt for a time, but death is forever. Get over yourself.

Just sayin'.