Watching the commentary and footage this morning about US Airways Flight 1549, I was overwhelmed and choked up. Nothing short of a real-life miracle, this was the kind of feel good story America (and the world) needed at this very pivotal time in history. Several days in advance of a historic presidential inauguration....in the heart of the worst economic crisis since the great depression...with severe weather that is uncharacteristic of all the geographic areas it's affecting...I could go on and on. Yes, I think it was some sort of a sign. Divine intervention? Perhaps. I am sure every one of those passengers and their friends and families are thanking their own version of God or a higher power today.
And the weather - it's just too cold. I can handle 40s. Even 30s - hovering around freezing. But 1s and 2s...no Everything hurts. I feel my age. I limp. It's no fun.
My cats are just going mad from being cooped up, too. Magic's eyes turn to black moons and he attacks me for sport. Taylor paces back and forth like a caged lion. They are not at all pleased, and somehow it is all my fault.
Ah well. A little discomfort is good for the soul's development. Along with things like filing and scrubbing floors.
How much development does my soul NEED, anyway?
Don't answer that.
xoxo
~lis~
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