I try my damnedest to be of good attitude and generally make every day a great day but sometimes I really must work at it and fight off the weight of moving forward.

Yesterday was a busy day that bounced off an unusually week.

A.) I resumed online distance teaching with consolidations so I’m only teaching Mondays and Wednesdays, 9:00 AM to 1:45 PM.

B.) Several private students let me know about their OMEA music information needs that were due today; fortunately, 30+ years of doing this made it fairly easy.

C.) Wednesday afternoon I discovered my water heater was leaking; time for a new one. Thursday morning, the guys were here at 10:00 AM and done by 12:15 PM.

D.) My 12:30 PM weekly luncheon.

E.) Gate back up (taken down for water heater needs), living room furniture back in place.

F.) Worked on writing and researching.

Earlier this week, I learned of actor Hal Holbrook’s passing.

Tuesday night, my former neighbor and bonus-brother-in-law, Don Parker, 58, lost a fast battle with esophageal cancer.

Today, February 5th, would have been Dad Haas’ 79th birthday.

This morning’s attempt to physically function was far more than a challenge I could fight. Therefore, it was back to bed for 3.5 hours and at 2:00 PM my brain fog is lifted and my body feeling like it’s 55 years old, again!

Because I daily exercise and fully execute an attitude of gratitude, powerful positivity, a dedication to determination, and and a racing highway of laughter, it was an easy swipe of debris to return to normal. The past few days I’ve even been able to rise from a seated position without grabbing hold of something nearby for assistance.

I don’t care what is staring you down in life’s dark jungle, always, always determine to make it a great day.

It’s a choice.

It’s your choice.

Pandemics are huge; our minds are huger. Much, much huger.