I believe that God sent me this beautiful morning sky because she knew I was having a hard few days and she wanted me to notice something pretty.

This time of the year is so hard for me. Despite all plans I made mentally to reduce anxiety and stress, here I am again.

My Dad would say that when you are down, there is nowhere to go but up. I try to remember this but he would also tell me that there is no such thing as a split end (hair, he was a barber). I remember showing him my split ends in the table lamp light, he was amazed. Or maybe he just placated me because his eyes were in the same advanced state as mine are now?

It was so cold this morning, gave global warming a scare. Probably temporary and next week the kids will be looking for their flipflops and shorts again. Don't know.

I did feel the cold wind of ghosts this week.