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I visited with an old friend, seems like better than a year ago now. He’s since left this world. He’d lost both legs from complications of diabetes and was fairly miserable. But he hadn’t always been that way.

Remember when we were on the learning curve for computer viruses? It seemed, at the time, no matter what protection system I used, the fix-it guy and I quickly got on a first-name basis. We trauma bonded.

When starting to write this blog post, I hesitated with my topic. Like many of you, I am getting tired of the daily deluge of COVID-19. It is all-consuming and impacting every aspect of our lives.

I opened one eye and rolled my head to one side so I could get a glimpse of the bright red digital numbers silently screaming at me from the clock on the nightstand. 2:37 a.m., it read. Somehow, I’ve never needed an alarm to prod me from my intermittent periods of fitful slumber during calving season.

“Somewhere between giddily goofy and gloomy, you will find a happy medium,” I pontificated while attempting to quell a near riot in the living room.

Every small town has a group of farmers who meet up every morning to mull over the world’s problems while they drink their second cup of coffee (the first one was consumed while the morning chores were being done).