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Stuck in the Mud

It's raining again, and my yard is flooded.

When I called the County for help, the on-site inspector quipped, "Honey, you ought to hop on the ark with Noah."

Actually, it does seem like our nation is in its own kind of flood lately, but can we really blame it on 2020?

Poor year. It's just a number.

But life's mud puddles are everywhere.

For example, I have several dear friends who have died from or are battling cancer, and the sad news just came out about Ruth Bader Ginsburg's passing.

Let's face it, we all have mud puddles to wade through.

And when it floods, we just have to get on our knees and remember that a puddle can still hold sunshine.

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