ABSILVER's World

My daily conversations with my parents always include two comments.   One, they feel like prisoners in their own home not being able to go anywhere, even though they were mostly housebound after their stint in the hospital except for doctors’ appointments.   Second, the conversation would come around to they have never seen anything like this in their lives.   Even WWII rationing was not as bad as people could at least go out, and as my Dad said there was also a black market for goods if you had the money.   One difference is we have news and information at our fingertips whenever and wherever we want it.  Want to know if the Wuhan infection rates are up or down? Google it.   If you want to know how New York is fairing?   Google it.   Want to understand what the right way to wash your hands is? Google it.   It also means we are getting "news" real and fake from every outlet.   People on Facebook need to be warry of news on which drugs are working and other as

So, I woke up this morning, wondering why today is different. As I sit here, there is a funk over me today.     These moods, are rare, but they tend to start with feeling  a little down or uncertain of the day ahead.   There are advantages to being 55.   I know these moods are inside my head and I just need to find the right music, a walk in the park, or maybe write in my blog to discover what is the cause and I can usually find a resolution and get back to a happier place and content mind. Nobody really can help me in these moments.   Talking about it won't help because honestly until I know what is pulling me down what can others do to help. Getting inside my head is not easy and subjecting others, even Frank, to what is not a well thought out discovery process is not fair to them or often helpful. I slept well last night, after severe rainstorms and a Tornado warning yesterday.  Our new home is on a hill, and there are French drains that direct the water unde