The longest night of the year is upon us.
My little horse must think it queer to stop without a farmhouse near between the road and frozen lake the darkest evening of the year....
Anyway, I hope it is a metaphor for us all, just like in the Robert Frost poem I memorized in grammar school and quoted here possibly in accurately, but from memory.
I am on vacation. Spent the day at urgent care for one of the kids. It is the tenth time at the doctors in the last few weeks. Getting so sick of going to the doctors. I hope the days getting longer means that the worst is over on every level.
Tired, but peaceful with a good attitude. everything is grand but I hope to get to relax on the beach tomorrow.