I don’t have words today, but Ingrid does. Tonight, I use her words to express what it is I am feeling:
“They say that home is where the heart is
They say there’s linings made of silver,
Folded inside each raining cloud.
Well, we need someone to deliver,
Our silver lining now.
And are we there yet?”
Hopefully, tomorrow I will get my silver lining.
Until then, it’s time for some tea and Mental Floss Magazine.