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The Drop in the Pit of My Stomach When I Feel My Son’s Hot Forehead
Fear washes over me, but I have space to pause. How do I want to be right now?
Uh. Oh…. I feel my fussy son’s hot forehead with sudden alarm.
Does he have IT?
Shit.
Do we all have it now?
What happens if this gets really, really bad from here?
Am I ready for this?
I’ve been writing a bunch of positive philosophy lately about the impact of COVID-19. Right at this exact moment, I’m wondering what test is headed down the road for me and my family.
I may be about to get my comeuppance for all the happy happy joy joy stuff I’ve been thinking about lately happening as a result of the “big slow down.”
I feel a bit of Kali and Pele energy, goddesses of destruction and fire bearing down on me now. Maybe they feel I’m ready to have my mind-centric theories put into the test. We’ve been frolicking in the Texas spring sun on this weird, half-natural-disaster, half-unexpected-vacation. We’ve been having a glorious time, to be honest. But his warm forehead…
