I want to offer a tid-bit of joy, since despite this discomfort and fatigue, I do feel great joy, or perhaps because of it. I am grateful to feel. So, what do I offer?
Ah, Vicki is in Flagstaff, Arizona. About ten inches of snow have fallen when she writes. A tour bus of about twenty five people have arrived at the motel where she is staying, and among them is a group of children. "They look Navajo but the language they speak is Spanish. The kids are giddy with the snow. I hear a grandmother giving them the word--nieve. Frozen water. Nieve. The kids make snow angels on the sidewalk, pluck icicles from the bumper of my van, throw fistfuls of snow over their heads."
Perhaps, tonight, we can all enjoy the glee and wonder of children playing in snow.