How time does fly

Its the end of August. The monsoon is almost over and we have had good weather. Rain and sun. Good for the plants and for us.

Corona is on the rise in Kerala. Well, it never went down. Almost 30,000 recorded cases here every day. Maybe much much more. People have learned to keep quiet and consequently even not going to the doctors if they have suspected corona. My family back in Kochi were all sick with fever for about 10 days, starting with the toddler, my nephew to my father, the eldest. Looking at their symptoms, they might very well have had corona. They didn’t test or suspect, so they didn’t know. They are all partially vaccinated. In India we have two vaccinations to complete the dose.

We celebrated my sister’s 50th birthday in August and my father’s 82nd birthday too. My husband is still in Doha and doing well. He loves the warm weather and his health has improved greatly because of no job related stress and him being back at the job he loves.

I am here at my flat and with my cat and plants and house. I like the quiet times. I have come not not relish drama. I prefer to be a house body than to be involved in drama. I spend my day in quiet times with the Lord. Catching up with Bible reading and trying to get a semblance of discipline in my life. I stopped the outdoor walks because it is more stressful looking out for snakes and beings that come out when its dark. My exercises are within the house. I am leaning to pray. Not just the ” God bless —-” type prayers but from the heart. I am trying to be genuine and controlling my tongue. It is a relief to not have to talk so much. I am learning.