San Francisco looked like Mars last week. This was 9:30 am. It got even weirder at noon – darker, more oppressive – but I couldn’t bring myself to go outside. It was just too upsetting.
Between the pandemic, the 5 Atlantic cyclones, the record-setting conflagrations, the red skies, the plague of locusts (yes, there was one in Africa)… I have to fight the rising anxiety that we’ve entered end times.
In the mean time, I’m working on projects, conducting concerts, beginning my TV hosting career, moving forward in the ways that I can.
Hold your loved ones close, find the beauty of small things, and let’s keep breathing (with the air filter running, of course…)