2017 was a year of apocalypses, but we made it through. Or we will, I think.
So, as the clocks all wind down: I forgive you, and hope you forgive me. If I am breadless I hope you’ll feed me; if you are breadless you can share mine. And we can get through our todays together. If there is a tomorrow is not for us to decide. But I hope so.
I bless you: more life.
