The
big news for today is another odd dream I just had. It lasted a long time, but I can’t remember
the entire first part. All that I have
left in my feeble old brain is an image.
In said image there is a young lady on a bed, obviously sick. How do I know she is sick? I have no idea. It’s a dream.
You just know these things.
Relaxing in a recliner next to her is a young man. He is in fact connected to her with tubes,
and is in the process of giving her a direct blood transfusion. OK.
That part is strange enough, but the reason I remember this particular
portion of the dream is even odder still.
See, I didn’t recognize the young lady.
Didn’t even see her face. But the
young man I knew right away. It was none
other than … drum roll here … Arthur Fonzarelli (Not sure of the spelling there). Yep.
Fonzie from the old TV show Happy Days was just chillin’ in the recliner
as his blood flowed into the young lady’s veins.
That’s
when I woke up, so I have no update on the patient’s condition, or her identity
for that matter. So does that mean I need
to pray for Henry Winkler? Or maybe the unknown
patient receiving his blood?
Oh,
and just so you know … we changed up our routine a little yesterday. We went early over to Randall’s. There were not many people there, but the
mask rule was definitely still in effect.
All we needed were some dog food and stamps and fruit and a few other assorted
items. We did walk the aisles to get
some exercise. And yes, we followed the
arrows on the floor. We are such rule
followers, you know …
Philippians
1:27 says, “Whatever happens, conduct
yourselves in a manner worthy of the gospel of Christ.”
Father,
for whatever reason I guess I lift up Henry Winkler to you. And any ladies he may be trying to help as
well. Be with all those suffering as a result
of the Covid illness itself as well as the madness that has resulted from
it. Amen.
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