It was such a blustery day today. A Winnie the Pooh sort of day with the madness of March as the old north wind huffed and puffed upon us. Not to be daunted, with errands to run, grateful it was merely a hearty wind that had come to call, and bearing in mind all the horrendous forces of nature others are enduring right now, off I went to the usual places folks tend to go on a Saturday; the post office, the bank, a store to pick up something I saw a few days ago, and to the library.
How grateful I am to have eyes that can see and mail to post and a home that is still standing. How grateful I am to be buffered against the March wind.
How grateful I am.
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