Dad’s birthday yesterday. Nice call with him. Poor guy, he does love a party so lockdown will be getting to him. But Mom made him a lovely–really beautiful–pineapple upside down cake and they had a chicken to roast. I miss them. Not like I’d be seeing them before Christmas anyway but with the airline industry on the rocks I don’t know when I will see them in person next: Christmas might not even be possible this year. Mom’s uncle died, and Aunt May is in hospice now. So mortality is on all our minds. But it’s only May, and a songbird is trilling outside my window. Look to today, rather than an imagined future.