I’m all kinds of busy trying to get out of town to attend graduation and spend my daughter’s birthday with her. As Murphy’s Law would have it, my brother fell in the hall and he is messed up. He can’t walk unassisted and I dread to think what might be damaged. He wouldn’t go to the hospital because of COVID and the earliest I could get him in to see an orthopedic specialist is this Wednesday. I’ve done everything I can to keep him comfortable but his tears are undoing me. Wednesday can’t get here fast enough for me. I pray he is okay. He already deals with an unhealing wound on his foot. He doesn’t deserve this as well. Nobody does.

I’m tremendously stressed out for that and other reasons. I know there are several people having a tough time right now. I send hugs and supportive vibes.