The Manhattans count as gospel, by the way. Let’s just kiss and say goodbye…I don’t know if it was the lyrics or those blue suits, whatever it was, it worked. Good grief. I grieved for the last time we went for a coffee walk as a family, when Bubs still had four legs. The last time I shopped with only my usual amount of hypochondria and social phobia, instead of this brand new, cracked out version of sheer terror. I grieved for having to re-boot all my coping skills for the next time I travel again (if?), go out to eat or leave the house (I’m thinking probably never.) I grieved for essential workers, inequality and the mind stabbing infuriation of historically toxic leadership and corruption. Ugh. Cosmic nonsense. Can’t we just skip to the part where Love wins and this miserable game is finally over?! I also paused to eat 5 bites of my husband’s man n cheese. It was really good. I ended Feelings DJ time with Amens from Otis and meditated my way into a nightmare. Let’s see if we can meditate our way outta all this. What’s your status?