Thought on a rainy Sunday.

It’s a rainy Sunday in very late March. Normally a fire, soft music, a book, and/or the Sunday Times. Maybe some spring cleaning.

But today it’s been hard talks about the future. Disheartening “check-in” phone calls. Avoidance of news (so hard to do when you’re on the computer!). And work, work, work to keep the ship afloat.

And the Times arrived soaking wet.

But we have knocked down some spring cleaning.

Am I optimistic or in denial?