After that three ring circus of a State of the Union Address, and considering the state of our union in general, and the obscene miscarriage of justice after Trump’s impeachment which will have historians laughing at us for centuries, I think we all need a hug. I know I do, at least. I’m still in shock.
I think I need to break out my free hugs t-shirt and start wearing it again at large gatherings. If I do, rest assured I’ll be blogging about it, just as I did here, when I wore it on Seattle Pride Day. That was an amazing experience. That post is also included in my book about gratitude.
I also think I should wear that t-shirt at least once on my trip to Italy, to see how it goes over in a different culture. That would be really interesting. Yeah. I’ll have to do that.
Sending you a virtual hug, dear reader, from the depths of my sick bed. Computer virus not included.
The View from a Drawbridge 
I send you a mental hug across the miles, every day.
Like I tell My Grandchildren and Greats. Hold on to these apron strings whenever the world seems to slip away into unfamiliar territory. Your little tugs make my world more in the moment, and you can let go whenever you find your footing.
That is what your hugs mean to me.
Awwww, great big hug, Carole!