Except for the overwhelming desire to go thrift store shopping, we are doing well “staying at home.” Other’s aren’t judging from the announcers, doctors, and endless network personas that keep telling us solutions to the endless stress of staying at home. Neither of us feels at all stressed.
Now I bought two people on my holiday shopping list chickens. When you have everything like this friend does, chickens are appropriate. We are getting one granddaughter chickens too. She cares about the world, so this will be perfect.
Daughter Milaka is getting me something of the same sort. I’ve conveniently forgotten what it is, so it will be a proper holiday surprise. I care about the world too, and I have a roof, food, and George. What more could I want. Once you have been homeless, life is pretty wonderful if you have those things.