Things feel pretty weird.
Everyone I know seems at least a little stressed.
Every morning I read the paper and see new stories about layoffs and our economic free fall.
It doesn't help that that I know people who have lost their jobs.
I think about them waking up to another day searching for work, worrying.
It doesn't help that newspaper columnists wage an endless debate about why the stimulus package won't work.
It doesn't help when the critics emphasize how much debt will burden my children.
It doesn't help that it's winter time.
On so many mornings, the trees are stark black silhouettes against a grey sky and the wind's cold hand slaps me in the face.
It doesn't help that the approach of severe thunderstorms casts an eerie greenish-yellow glow across the sky making the town siren shriek and moan, insisting that all citizens huddle in their basements.
Surely the sky IS falling and the end is nigh!
Swimming (even when I don't feel like it), helps.
Concentrating on the job I have and doing the best I can on any given day, helps.
Being patient and present to my children, helps.
Peppermint tea helps.
Ah, but I see I've just drained my cup.
I'll go now and fill it up.
[At least half way.]