“LOUD NOISES!" – Brick in "Anchorman"

A favorite thing to do these days is look back at the calendar. What was I thinking one year ago? At this point last year we were less than two weeks from traveling to Madrid, but I don't have a record of being concerned about trip preparations. I see evidence of finalizing travel plans to speak at two conferences, starting a new client project, wrapping up a hiring project, and the newsletter features my lament on purchasing of a piece of exercise equipment. (the WaterRower torture device)
I didn't order anything from Amazon in February 2020, but it looks like the weekend before we traveled to Denver to visit my mother who had slipped and broken her wrist. There is evidence of a seafood lunch (always sketchy in Omaha), and a dirty car getting cleaned. All in all, I don't know if it's all that different from February 2021, except the weather. (it was unseasonably warm, this year unseasonably cold) This sameness labels me lucky, I guess.
One thing that's different, however, is my wardrobe. I just read an email solicitation for new dress shoes and, besides the wedding I officiated in September, I don't think I've dressed up my feet all that many times in the last 12 months. I wonder if that's why the pets seem less on edge? By not stomping around in heavy leather loafers their tender eardrums are taking less of a beating each morning. Anecdotally I postulate padding around in slippers leads to sleepier fur babies.
It's almost profound.
Like this thought from Julian of Norwich (1342 -1416) mystic, theologian, author of the first book written in English by a woman, Revelations of Divine Love. She wrote these words in the time of the plague:
All will be well,
And all will be well,
And all manner of thing shall be well
Profound indeed. All manner of thing shall be well.
Good stuff.
(I wonder how you get the title, mystic? I'm already a reverend. Something to look into for Greg version 4.0.)
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