I spent all day yesterday studiously ignoring what was happening south of the border.

We are in a polar vortex currently, so it's too cold for my little presh. But I took Riley for a quick jaunt.

After I brought her home, I went skating. Dearest reader, I haven't skated in literally decades. I fell a couple of times, brushed myself off, and popped up like Gumby, (not wanting to attract unwanted sympathetic attention); and even at the time, my ankles were quite screamy, but my body hurrrrrrrts today. 

A re-introduction to skating at 60 when I wasn't good at it when I was young, was certainly distracting.

And listening to the hockey players on the rink trash talking each other was quite amusing as I went round and round.

Then I went home and made my lunch - comfort food - tomato soup, grilled cheeze, and pickles. While drinking a big pot of tea, I scrolled my socials. Everybody else had their heads in the sand, too, which was comforting.

Then I had a long nap (3.5 hours!)

Then I made dinner - seasoned tofu steaks, rice, sauteed mushrooms and onions with a little onion gravy over.

Then I stitched a bit on this new bird, which is apparently going to be a series.

It seemed like a normal day.

But it didn't feel like one. 

Underneath it all, I was, I guess praying? I don't know to whom, I'm a pagan, and I mostly pray to trees, the sun, grass... Perhaps I prayed to Gitche Manitou, an internal whispering.

Asking that despite what our governments try to enact upon us, that humans turn to one another, and find in one another kindness, safety, help, strength, amity. A renewed belief in a social contract that encompasses all people in all their forms; that we quietly decide for ourselves that we will not only stand up, help, be a voice and a hand when the opportunity presents itself, but that we seek out those opportunities.

A whispered prayer that we decide to care about each other.

It's the only way through.