It has been a while since things have been normal in this world. Fear and panic is still rampant, I am wearing a mask which never thought I would do. My boys at work are stir crazy and need a break, but instead they are losing more and more.
It is maudy Thursday signifying Christ’s last supper. Typically tonight would be love feast at church, but instead it is going to happen virtually. I have mixed emotions about this to be honest. Tomorrow we will celebrate the death on the cross then Sunday the biggest day in the Christian faith the resurrection. It does not feel like Holy Week at all. It is rather depressing,
I won’t get to see my grand babies even during this time. A few days before this all started I wanted them for the night due to fear of state lock down I didn’t get them. I miss them I am angry to be honest. The go cart is ready but won’t be ridden, the back of my four wheeler is empty, the green grass in the big side yard is without kids toiling around.
Slowly reaching my breaking point the point of not caring anymore….