Tonight is the full moon. I read that we sleep less the nights before the full moon. We’re more synchronized to the phases of the moon than we may realize. I’m going to notice from now on but Steve and I were both awake at 3:30 this morning, ready for a shiny new day.
I’m invited to a 100th birthday celebration, on Zoom, of course. Perhaps seven years ago now, this man was told he would die if he didn’t continue treatment for throat cancer. Since he couldn’t eat with the treatment, he was slowly starving to death, so he quit the treatment and here he is. 100 years of a very good life, and who knows how many more he has to go.
Inspired, I leap on the words of Ralph Waldo Emerson: