Reach Out

Is anyone else out there having trouble keeping up with what day it is? There's not the weekly meeting or lunch out with coworkers. One day kind of looks like the last, which will look like tomorrow. It is almost like being up in the middle of the night – little noises are scary, annoyances are amplified, worries and realities explode, temperatures elevate and your dreams blend facts and fiction in confusing ways. Reach out in those moments. The person on the other end may not have the right words, but they are there. We are in this together. And our separation is an act of love – for those we love, for strangers – for the sake of life.