Sometimes It's Best...

Sometimes it's best to just sit (or lay down) and be quiet.  To let the storms roll through.  To find places to stay warm and dry while the thunder and lightning pass through.

Sometimes it's best...

My days are filled, now, with small details.  Calling Social Security (man, have they ever perfected "hold"), meeting with funeral "directors," trying to locate pictures of Mom and Dad.  And ducking from the storms.

Murphy's day.