Bruce Springsteen is livestreaming from home today. I wonder how Ronnie is handling all of this. Frozen vegetables are hard to find. I should call my aunt. Grocery store workers never signed up to be society’s heroes, but here we are. I need to go switch the laundry.
Tabby’s Place staff and volunteers are very familiar with paralysis, especially partial paralysis. We currently have several paraplegic residents, and we’ve had many others in the past. There will be more.
They say things are getting worse. They say things are going to get better, maybe even better than the “better” they said before. But none of them or us has the final say.
Editor’s note: I’m thrilled to deliver you another special goodie today. Tabby’s Place’s volunteers have always been astonishing, and their awesomeness is undiminished by distance in this time of quarantine. In the days ahead, you’ll be treated to gorgeous guest posts from phenomenal human beings. And, of course, the inescapable ramblings of one daft Development […]
In this distanced, digital time, scrolling can help. Scrolling can also hurt. But strolling — strolling is always a good idea.
I’m not talking about that curve. You’re already doing your best to flatten it like a foul, fetid pancake. I’m talking about the creature that breaks the curve for all others.
We are all in this together. I’m sure you’ve heard this countless times in the last few weeks, and it certainly is true.
“Happy Friday.” It feels almost sacrilegious to say it. But I’m convinced the real sacrilege right now is not to say it.
Hello, dear Tabby’s Place friends! It’s been too long.