Down to the last few sticks of firewood and the last few handfuls of bird seed here at the ranch. The forces of winter and spring continue to duke it out day by day but neither seems to get the upper hand. And tomorrow is Good Friday the mother of all bitter ends.
Somehow Catherine and I are supposed to show up at church tomorrow morning at 4 AM to do an hour vigil, people are taking turns. OK. that is about my speed sitting in a pew for an hour. I will say a rosary for Jacqui, one of my walkers whose cancer situation finally overwhelmed her. Ahh.
Years ago I gave up doing anything much on Good Friday, no power tools kind of day. Early on I realized I was too distracted by something that happened two thousand years ago. Sometimes we just have to hunker down and wait it out.
long vigil loves, Felipé.