Its been difficult as of late. One person acts as the catalyst towards many people’s bad behavior towards me.
I ask for more towels. I keep lots of beverages. I used to ask for lots of ice. I talk to people. I once said my father should take the vaccine. I try to be cheerful.
All of this fluff God can handle it.
I have been playing this song most of the day. It is written by one of my favorites – Dr. J.Max Ferdinand, director of my other favorites, The Aeolians of Oakwood University. ❤️
I am mentally preparing for tomorrow which is supposed to be nursing home choir practice.
All I see is tiredness ahead. 🥱 It sucks to be a party pooper 😴. I hate that I sometimes look at upcoming events with more trepidation than anticipation.😔
Oh well. Cheer up buttercup 🌼 (I know it’s not a buttercup, but it’s the best I could do on instant notice.) I hope depression is not knocking. I have no vacancy. ✋🏽
At least this song tells me what I should do. At the very least I should consider it.
Days of MEaning 