Brains are truly odd meaning makers.

I woke this morning convinced one of my nephews had died. Carry-over, obviously, from the death of a little one I'd tried to help this year. But it genuinely took a good 10 minutes to remember that my nephew wasn't dead.

The weight of the world can sit so strangely upon us. We process so much so weirdly.

Go gentle into your own strange days.
Tread lightly with those around you.

You're here. You're still here.

The rest will follow, given time. 🫂