Forty more days until I retire. What a tough week this has been dealing with COVID that continues to linger and do tricks on my body.
Yet, let's be honest, the law says I can return to work even though I am still testing positive and despite the fact that I feel so awful. I told this to my doctor, told him about my stomach issues, and the pain COVID has left for now in my feet, and he said not to go to work. When I was young, I would have gone in and burned myself out so that I either relapsed or spent my upcoming weekend (in this case, a vacation) once again sick.
So no...I am home, working on images and hoping that I will recover quickly and that I can get back to exercising and walking in nature.
So no...I am dreaming about how I really will fill my days and what these remaining years have in store for me, my family, and this world.
Some yellows, some blues, are buried in this image, a testament to my family's past and our connection to Ukraine. Two angry cloud birds (well that's what I see) fighting it out and then shifting into other forms when the wind blows high in the heavens.
So yes...We need to take care of ourselves, for we are always forgotten by most and remembered for our images, our words, and our deeds.