My brother starts back to work tomorrow. He will be working twelve hour days, six days a week, for hopefully not more than three weeks. He'll come home for lunch, but for much shorter times than usual. He expects he may be caught up after that.
he made a new gate for the garden
He'll have to wear a mask all day. I suppose we'll have to, when we re-open at the library. I don't look forward to that.
it looks nice in there - keeping it up will be my job now
I expect Dolly will notice that he won't be around so much. But he hasn't been in my way, and I told him so. He kept busy all these two and a half months.
Into every crevice of my heart.
Leave no narrowest defile
For pride to walk,
For hard-lipped judgments to stalk,
Leave no smallest part.
- Mother Mary Francis, from Magnificat, May 2020