SCIENCE ALONE CANNOT TELL US HOW TO RESPOND TO CORONAVIRUS

{{California Governor Gavin Newsom tweeted the other day, “The West Coast is—and will continue to be—guided by SCIENCE.”}}

My response to that is ... GO SUCK ON A LEMON NEWSOM!

The "west coast" ... AS A LAND MASS ... may be "guided by science" - but, people: ((((ME)))) for 1, IS NOT; nor will I ever be guided by hypothetical guesses based on nothing more than over-exaggerated egos.

That people actually think science is knowledge is laughable.

science has CONSISTENTLY BEEN WRONG ON EVERY ISSUE IN EVERY DECADE since the beginning of time.

science has not "cured" anything: and it never will.

Only an "educated" fool would turn the world upside down putting their trust in nothing more than "educated guesses" that lead nowhere and solve nothing.

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Science Alone Can’t Tell Us How to Respond to the Coronavirus

By RICH LOWRY

04/29/2020 07:58 PM EDT

If you thought the coronavirus presented difficult policy questions, don’t worry—we have science.

California Governor Gavin Newsom tweeted the other day, “The West Coast is—and will continue to be—guided by SCIENCE.”

Former Vice President Joe Biden has urged President Donald Trump, “Follow the science, listen to the experts, do what they tell you.”

Astrophysicist Neil DeGrasse Tyson calls the crisis “a giant experiment in whether the world will listen to scientists, now and going forward.”

The invocation of science as the ultimate authority capable of settling questions of how we should govern ourselves is a persistent feature of modern Western life going back several centuries, and has always been a mistake. It is especially so in this crisis, when so much is still unknown about the coronavirus and immensely complicated and consequential public-policy questions are in play.

Modern science is obviously one of the wonders of our age. We owe it an unimaginable debt—for technological advancements in medicine, transportation, industry, communication, computing and more. All honor to Newton, Turing, Curie and Einstein.

One of the horrifying things brought home by The Great Influenza, John Barry’s book about the Spanish flu pandemic of 1918, is how primitive our knowledge and medicine was then by today’s standards. The world was slow to react to the coronavirus, and yet the genetic code of the virus was publicly posted by China in January, and South Korea had deployed a test kit by early February. It’s possible we’ll have a vaccine by the end of the year.

Of course, our policymakers should be informed by facts and reason, but science has a limited competency. Once you are outside a lab setting and dealing with matters of public policy, questions of values and how to strike a balance between competing priorities are involved and they simply can’t be settled by people in white lab coats.

Science can make the atom bomb; it doesn’t tell us whether we should drop it. Science can tell us how to get to the moon; it doesn’t tell us whether we should go. Science can build nuclear reactors; it doesn’t tell us whether we should deploy them.

The great British essayist G.K. Chesterton wrote compellingly about how to think about the role of science, using the example of a doctor, "Surely there is not any undue disrespect to our doctor in saying that he is our doctor, not our priest, or our wife, or ourself. It is not the business of the doctor to say that we must go to a watering-place; it is his affair to say that certain results of health will follow if we do go to a watering-place. After that, obviously, it is for us to judge."

Invoking scientists in this crisis is a little like saying, “My economic policy is going to be guided by an ECONOMIST.” Well, good for you. But is your economist on the left or on the right? What are his assumptions? Does he care most about inequality or dynamism? Is he Paul Krugman or Art Laffer? Both muster facts and research in support of their positions.

Science can indeed settle debates once and for all—we don’t argue about heliocentrism anymore. But an extraordinary feature of the coronavirus is how poorly understood it is. We don’t know how many people have it, what the death rate is, what the long-term health consequences of having a severe case are, or how best to treat it, among other things.

The models of how the virus would spread and how many would be hospitalized and die were invested with a certainty that they didn’t deserve. They were all over the map, and some have failed to accurately predict the course of the disease even a couple of weeks in the future.

If we are going to unquestioningly accept expert opinion, we’d better prepare for whiplash. At first, the elite consensus was that wearing masks was unnecessary. Now, we are told, it’s an essential piece of getting out of this mess.

We worried about running out of ventilators, but in recent weeks some doctors have been wondering whether they have been overused.

Then, there are the big questions. Science can’t tell us how we should think about the trade-off between economic misery caused by shutdowns and the public-health risks of reopenings. It can’t determine the balance between shutting down a hospital’s elective surgeries so it can prepare for a Covid-19 surge, and tanking its business and forcing it to furlough employees. It can’t decide what level of infections we deem tolerable while returning to seminormality.

The people in our political debate who most volubly insistent that they are simply following “the science” tend also to be most resistant to nuance and prone to fervency rather than scientific dispassion. They are using “science” as a bludgeon and conversation-stopper.

Obviously, science already has made an enormous contribution to our fight against the coronavirus, and may—through therapies or a vaccine—go a long way to solving this crisis. But life is not an equation, and neither is politics or policy.

We, as a self-governing people, will have to decide the important questions about how to respond to the coronavirus going forward, not the doctors on TV or the researchers in the labs.

I WASHED MY HAIR FOR THIS

I had a hankering for tacos for lunch this afternoon, and I remember reading on FB about a taco truck that sets up out Rose Valley by the Store there. So, I decided to drive out Rose Valley in search of the ‘Taco Truck’ (Double J’s Food Court Van):

It was nowhere in sight; so I switched gears and thought maybe I'd grab some chinese food while I was on this side of town: I drove to Kalama … and Lucky Dragon was closed “due to covid19” (they’d take call in/curbside orders, but that’s kinda hard to do with no menu). As I was leaving Kalama, I got a notice on my phone that Double J’s was set up on Talley Way – so I headed the car back towards Kelso. When I finally found them, they said they “only do taco’s on Tuesday in Rose Valley between 5 PM & 7 PM”. So, I got a burger instead.

The attitude of the woman taking my order was not very nice; she was pretty abrupt and rude. And they don’t give receipts either. So, I asked her to write the total I paid on the Styrofoam container when the order was done so I could keep my checkbook balance straight ... and she copped an attitude. It was uncalled for. I was their first customer of the afternoon: it wasn’t like the cook or cashier had been run ragged before I put my order in and asked for a receipt.

I walked to the car and waited.

When the order was done and boxed, I bit into the burger, winced, and almost spit it out: IT WAS AWFUL! The meat was cheap greasy meat; and the cheese was just as cheap.

But I’d paid precious $ for it. I was not going to waste that money.

All I could think forcing that burger and fries down my throat, was ‘I washed my hair for this? I ran around looking for this food truck only to find awful food and a crappy attitude?’

The people who told me about “this amazing food!” must eat with swine and like being treated badly: the food truly was awful – and the service was not “friendly” at all.

I’ll forgo the tacos. And I won’t waste any more $ at Double J’s Food Truck.

When I got home, Ed & Trudy were starting their walk around Heron Pointe and I waved at them in passing. I picked up the mail, parked the car in the carport, and checked the rain barrels (which were filled, thank You, Yeshua ;-)) – I had managed to set them up correctly; and was turning towards the house, when I heard Trudy call my name. I met her at the back fence and she said they had decided to go into town and walk around the Lake … and would I like to join them? I said, “Yes, I would” – we took their car.

I don’t normally walk the Lake because it’s so busy, but I do like my new neighbors – and the 4 mile Lake hike would condition my legs and lungs (if the pollution didn’t slay me) for the Hike Club hikes when they start back up.

Ed & Trudy: Orange Azalea bush at the Japanese Garden - which was closed.

Shrimp hued Azalea bush.

An interesting hued azalea.

Yellow azalea bush.

Intriguing trumpet-shaped azalea blossoms.

Baby ducks :-D

GOSLINGS! I've never seen baby geese before.

2 separate groups of baby goslings; with goose & gander standing guard.

 

A 2-tone Nash car. Bob had a Nash for his first car. This is a very small car … I can’t imagine Bob fitting his 6’-2” frame into a car that size!

Another goose with younger goslings – these babies are not very old; that's why they are dandelion yellow. That bright yellow was what caught my attention.

Ed spotted this turtle sunning itself on a submerged snag.

A Mallard hen with her 3 ducklings.

We spotted another 2 turtles (I large; 1 small) sunning themselves, on the last lap of the hike. Bob would have enjoyed this walk.

It was an enjoyable hike. Ed & Trudy are good companions. And I learned more about the Mt. St. Helen's Hiking Club.

I was glad I washed my hair for this ;-)

SUNDAY~FUNDAY #9 ~ 7-1/2 HR Loop Daytrip

First thing Sunday morning, my phone newsfeed said that there were 30+strains of the coronavirus -(https://futurism.com/neoscope/coronavirus-already-mutated-30-strains) ... and followed that bit of scientific information saying that young and infected people getting coronavirus are having major strokes – not mild – m.a.j.o.r. These are people in their 50’s-40’s-30’s … normally too young to be having major strokes -(https://www.inquirer.com/health/coronavirus/coronavirus-stroke-young-people-20200424.html). Add to these 2 new “information’s” to the suspicion that this virus originated in a petri dish in a chinese lab and was knowingly released into the world to cause mayhem and catastrophic death tolls … and the WHO is NOT investigating china???

I decided then and there to turn a deaf ear to “scientists” and “doctors” and go my own way in life to live MY life the way ((((I)))) see fit to live my life.

As I said before: this virus is not behaving how scientists and doctors think it should. Scientists and doctors do not know what they are dealing with; and I am NOT going to give them room to dictate to me.

I am going to enjoy this – MY LIFE – before it’s gone.

Science is NOT {fact}. Science, is, at best guesswork. And at worse … just plain wrong. So far, concerning coronavirus, science has been CONSISTENTLY WRONG. And inslee has said he will ignore The People and only give ear to – and carry out – what science says.

I won’t.

I don’t scamper after misinformation … and I, for sure … do NOT blindly base my decisions on wrong information just because everyone else does! I gather information from all sides – then make a decision based on ALL the assessments. So far, what I KNOW is that science has made clueless guinea pigs out of gullible people who have stopped thinking for themselves and are incapable of making decisions for themselves. These weak-minded people have become willing political pawns.

I am fed up with the egomaniac games being played on all fronts with this unstoppable virus.

I got dressed, washed my hair: went for a ride. I’m sure there were people angry with me – they’d be angry with me anyway, no matter what I do.

Yesterday I made a 7-1/2 hour-loop-drive Remembrance Daytrip. I only got out of my car twice; both times brief and necessary.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ScFBqyAN8Bw&feature=emb_title

Getting out of Dodge … leaving the chaotic 4 lanes to find the 1 lane that will ease my mind and soothe my soul.

A swooping buzzard tried to punch my Heavenly Ticket early!

This is the 1st time I've stopped here since this store was closed/bought/remodeled/opened back up. There isn't much inside; but the environment is friendly. This was an annual pit-stop when Bob and I traveled this way.

Restroom door of the remodeled interior has an elk-horn handle: cute ;-)

I bought a Vanilla Coke here and stayed the required distance from the cashier. I liked seeing her wipe the counter and card scanner down: I was in a safe environment. I felt good supporting that small business in my small way.

About a stone's throw from the store, was where Bob's parent's and grandparent's lived in Rosburg when we married in 1974. I love visiting his grandparent's cabin.

Bob’s parents sold and moved to Longview shortly after we married. His grandparent’s lived in their cabin until the late 1980’s – then that was sold too. I really loved that cabin and wanted to buy it, but Bob said “No.” He did not want to live in that area again (it is isolated, and the area does flood: Bob had valid objections). Bob liked city life. I didn’t. We loved each other, so we compromised on living environments all our married life: half of our 44 years were spent living in the country … the last half was spent living in Longview. I’m still living in Longview (can you hear the sarcastic joy in my tone, Babe?)

Naselle. Always a pit-stop when we came this way. I bought a corn dog and a coke here – as usual throughout the years; the required distancing guideline was employed.

The driftwood flanking the road edges is evidence of the treacherous high waters. I had a dyslexia moment when I said 'turn left'. RIGHT is the right way to go ;-)

The day was perfect for a drive: I had the moon roof wide open ... and the music wide open too :-D

That drive was what I was needing; the last time I’d traveled this loop drive was about 2-1/2 years ago. With Bob. I had a hankering then to revisit Nemah & Bay Center; and Bob was agreeable. There isn’t much to see/do there, but I enjoyed the time spent there when my mother and John were married. Nemah was where John grew up, and we spent afternoons there just about every other week, visiting his mother and brothers. I liked Ed … didn’t much care for his uppity racist wife, Ellie. John’s grandmother (his mother’s mom) lived in Bay Center; I liked visiting that place too. Bay Center is a small fishing community on the Bay.

Just a hop-skip-& a jump up the road from Bay Center turn-off, I came upon a bend in the road and saw a stretch of road that I had actually seen in a dream a couple nights ago! My memories were telling my mind I needed to make this drive – I’m glad I was doing it today :-D

And, I was glad there were no high winds blowing: it can get very dangerous here, very quickly. I remember clearly the afternoon I was driving our Caravan Van along this stretch of highway, and the high winds literally lifted the van and physically moved it across the lane: thankfully there were no other vehicles on the road, but it did freak me out. Bob talked me through the experience … but I never want to go through that kind of thing again.

I always liked going through South Bend … and walking through it when we lived in Raymond and did our laundry at the laundromat in South Bend. Today I didn’t see a single sea gull. Darn it.

Seeing the veterinary clinic  about a mile up the road, made me burst out laughing, so I pulled over:

I was laughing so hard with that memory, I had to stop and pullover. LOL

Tyson & Alyna. They loved each other - you could always find them together.

We had a little Pomeranian that we had bought for Stacey on her 18^th birthday … and she promptly gave him back to us: she wanted a Great Dane. So, she didn’t get a dog; we did. But, he was such a character that he stole our hearts and was a wonderful companion. Until we ended up with Tyson, dogs terrified me. But Tyson was so darned cute, and he was very instrumental in Bob’s recovery process. And he really didn’t have a dog odor, so I didn’t have any asthmatic issues at all with him.

When I started working and being gone from home most of the day, Tyson and Bob became very close; and Tyson started getting territorial – one night I came home from work and he wouldn’t let me into bed: he actually tried to bite me every time I made a move towards the bed … so, I became Alpha Female, and he got neutered.

He didn’t like being left overnight at the veterinary clinic. He barked nonstop, growled, bit the doctor, and terrorized the staff. When we went to collect him, they called him ‘the dog from hell: and said, “You may want to take a chair in there with you to stand behind – he bites.” Bob and I burst out laughing, and said, “Are you sure you’re talking about Tyson Hargand?” They said, yes – same dog. Bob couldn’t stop laughing, and said, “He’ll be okay with me.” The doctor and staff were very surprised when Bob walked into the holding room and Tyson started whining for Bob to pick him up; and started licking his hand and became very docile, looking up at Bob’s face with his adorable brown adoring eyes and licking his chin. The doctor said, “Well, I’ll be damned.” We paid the surgical bill and took him home. And the little furry punk pulled every single stitch out with his teeth! So, back to the clinic we had to take him. This time, Bob went into the operating room with Tyson and there was no incident.

But Bob said the doctor’s hand did shake while he re-stitched the incision. To this day, I still laugh when I think about that time in our lives … including Tyson’s life, and that staff here at this clinic ;-)

A little bit down the road, I saw the restaurant Bob & I used to eat at:

I remember when that restaurant was built and opened - Bob and I were among the first customers.

When I got past the veterinary clinic and the ‘Barge’ Restaurant, I didn’t see the familiar landmark that normally indicated the road I needed to turn onto: instead there was a stupid round-about in the middle of the road, with cars going every direction. I was momentarily confused for a few seconds, but blindly turned right and stayed right: praying there wouldn’t be any more startling surprises awaiting me further on.

It had been 2-1/2 years since I’d been in that region – and a lot can happen in 2-1/2 years: and had with that stupid concrete circle in the center of the road.

At the top of the hill, I thought maybe I’d nip onto Romany road that would take me to Willipa Harbor Christian Fellowship, where we’d been hosted for about 12 months,1993 thru 1994; and where Bob helped teach the kids in the school there. EVERYTHING HAD CHANGED. Houses had been torn down/new houses had been rebuilt. Houses had been remodeled/exteriors drastically altered. I knew I had turned left onto the right road … but nothing was familiar. So, because I am not shy, I saw this man and his adult son remodeling a house and cutting boards outside the garage – so I pulled into the driveway and told them what I was looking for; and they pointed me the way: we were careful to stay the required distance apart.

When I found the building, it appeared abandoned. The paint is peeling. The sign has been removed. It was, when we were there, just a small 1-room building: now it is quite a bit larger (it had been added onto over the years) – and sad looking.

So I left; and won’t be revisiting that place anymore.

As soon as Bob got word in October of 1995, that there was work for him back in Longview … he went back there and hunkered down with some friends we had then, on Eufaula Heights; and as soon as Alyna was born, we all moved back to Longview with him. I quit my job in Raymond, and the kids with the baby left Aberdeen to find work in Longview so I could babysit our granddaughter. Alyna was born November 4^th … and we were all back in Longview, living with Bob on Eufaula Heights: with me cooking Thanksgiving Supper, November 24^th. The kids didn’t stay in Longview long – they moved back to Portland, OR when Alyna was a few months old: Greg was from Portland, OR; and Stacey was never happy living anywhere but Portland.

But Longview was always where Bob wanted to be. He was a happy camper when we ended up in Longview for good: I was just happy Bob was happy. Now he resides in Heaven – and I am trying to be happy in Longview. Friends make it tolerable; Elohim makes it possible.

I remember the first time I did solo driving from Raymond to Longview over the backroads (Menlo-Pe Ell-Boisfort-Wildwood-Vader-West Side Highway). We had moved from Cathlamet in the Fall of 1993; put our home there up for sale, and was starting a new chapter in of our life in Raymond, after the kids graduated and left home. Some Longview friends of ours back then wanted me to come visit on my day off work while Bob was helping with the Willipa Harbor Christian Fellowship school – but I didn’t want to drive the freeway, I wanted to drive the backroads: I knew it was possible because Bob did it all the time. So, Bob told me how to do that, and I wrote the directions down. Bob said a prayer-cut me loose-and let me fledge: I was excited, and scared at the same time. This was a HUGE moment for the both of us. Bob always laughed when he told people I could get lost crossing Longview … but there was a lot of truth in that statement! I kissed Bob, hopped into my truck, and hit the road. I don’t think Bob breathed an easy breath for hours until I reached my destination and called him to let him know I had arrived safely ;-)

We left the Willipa Hills region 24 years ago, and revisited it off and on over the years. But, I am a person who has to do a thing consistently, or it is easily forgotten: out of sight/out of mind. I haven’t made this drive in quite a while. Things have changed; landmarks have changed - or been forgotten with the passing of time. The drive is different without Bob – I miss Bob's comforting presence along for the ride, and that changes how the drive progresses. It was an enjoyable drive, but things have changed.

I had the moon roof open until I reached Pe Ell; Pe Ell is a rural farming community, and the reason I closed the moon roof there was because one day while Bob and I were driving around country backroads, I spotted an eagle flying in the sky with a snake dangling from it’s talons. That concerned me … I mean, the way the snake was thrashing around, it could have wriggled out of the eagle’s claws and possibly fallen through the open moon roof. I closed the moon roof quick! And I keep the moon roof closed when in rural farm country. Why risk it? I’d rather have the moon roof open – but snakes raining from the sky and falling into the car would not be something I’d want to experience!

Turning towards Wildwood & Vader, I caught sight of 4 horses running along the barbed wire fence on the passenger side of the car, and thought they were a beautiful sight. I love horses, and I miss riding horses. When I was 13 living in Skamokawa, I rode Henry (the neighbor’s horse) just about every day after school. I walked him, fed him, curried his beautiful chestnut coat and pitch-black mane and tail: I rode him like I owned him. I always wanted a horse of my own. But Bob always said, “No”. He didn’t want a horse. He’d grown up with horses and he’d ridden horses – he sat a horse real fine … but he refused to own a horse and wouldn’t consider buying one for me. I understood his reasoning; but I missed riding a horse. I missed having a horse of my own.

Watching those 4 horses race along the fenceline this afternoon, with their manes and tails flying straight out behind their muscular forms … I couldn’t help thinking they were beautiful creatures. It made my heart happy to watch them running so carefree and having fun together; looking wonderful in the field, enjoying the good weather. They were pretty young and feeling their oats. None of them could have been more than a yearling.

Driving through the farm country, it was sad seeing the fields going to grass. One farmer did till his fields; but the rest of the fields don’t look like they’ll be turned over at all. It’s like the farmers have decided to cut their losses during this coronavirus uncertainty, and just call it a year. That’s sad.

I only burned a quarter tank of gas for my roadtrip Sunday afternoon. And I was surprised to see that when the hours on the road were tallied, I’d driven for 7-1/2 hours straight!

I also had an eye-opening and heartfelt appreciation for my husband’s unconditional love for me. I had no idea the drive was that long. I almost cried thinking of the loving sacrifice Bob gave me when he willingly gave up this significant wedge of time to satisfy my gypsy bone and see me smile.

When I reached Longview, I topped the tank off (Bob always parked our vehicles with a full tank of gas. Always), washed the bugs off the windows, and … received a phone call inviting me to Supper: I went/enjoyed good company/talked about the 'good old days'/and ate a good meal :-D

When I actually made home (2 hours after reaching Longview), my SIL Bonnie texted me some photos – some I had requested, and 1 I had never seen before. That 1 was taken on our Wedding Night. I was SO THANKFUL to get that one!

We were so happy … and the happiness never disappeared – it may have wavered now and then, as in most marriages when disagreements arose; but the happiness we gave each other never disappeared.

I love you, Babe.

Always ~ OX

SUNDAY~FUNDAY POSTS (2020): #8 -  https://jeastofeden.blogspot.com/2020/03/sundayfunday-8-willow-grove-trail-walk.html

#7 - https://jeastofeden.blogspot.com/2020/03/sundayfunday-7-love-lies-here.html

#6 - https://jeastofeden.blogspot.com/2020/01/sunday-funday-6.html

#5 (1^st of the New Year w-links to the previous 4 from 2019) - https://jeastofeden.blogspot.com/2020/01/sundayfunday-5.html

THANKFUL SHABBAT

Every Shabbat I try to find something different to be thankful for.

This week – and always, actually – I am thankful Elohim put Bob & I in each other’s lives :-D

Bob had “presence”.

And lucky for me, he didn’t understand that ;-)

Bob was a good-looking guy … i.n.e.v.e.r.y.w.a.y. He had a very handsome face, and a physical physique that could rival any one of the ancient gods sculpted.

Bob was put together very well.

And women, and girls, noticed that about him.

He didn’t notice them noticing – but I noticed them noticing: I was the one getting the evil eye from those females eyeing him up and down and wondering why he was choosing to date me exclusively.

Bob never understood that he was a very sexy man. It surprised him when I told him that he was a sexy man, and very desirable by jealous females shooting daggers at me with their eyes when we passed by. Those girls and women watching us walk by knew he was a sexy man, and I felt very privileged to be the center of his attention.

He could have had his choice of anybody … and he chose me.

And I’m thankful he chose me.

I’m thankful that when Elohim finally put our lives together, He closed Bob’s eyes to his personal appeal from another female’s point of view ;-)

Bob didn’t have an ego, thank Elohim.

And he didn’t flaunt himself, like his brother ralph did. ralph always believed himself to be the cock of the walk. Bob didn’t have that outlook of himself – Bob was a humble man – he didn’t consider himself below another man … but neither did he think himself above other men, as ralph did. Bob was comfortable in his own skin: there wasn’t a competitiveness in him to ‘prove’ he was all man; and that comfortableness put other men at ease around him.

Bob’s complete ignorance that he had stuff to flaunt was lucky for me. And I’m glad his eyes were closed to the other girls and women drooling over him.

I always felt truly blessed that Bob was part of my life for the 44 years we were blessed to enjoy together.

So, tonight I am blessing Elohim for Who He IS; and thanking Him for favoring me as His daughter & for the way He honored me by blessing me with a man that loved me unconditionally and was 100% faithful to me in thought, action, and choice.

All my life I have been covered with Elohim’s Shabbat Shalom.

When Elohim spared Bob’s life in 1981, saved his soul, and returned him to me … one of the messianic musicians Bob listened to (other than Israel’s Hope) was Jonathan Settel. This song was one of Bob’s favorites :-D

Listening to it tonight, I can see in my mind’s eye: Bob putting the music in the player and dancing through the house – snapping his fingers and grabbing pieces of Challah from the loaves fresh out of the oven. And wiggling his eyebrows at me when I laughingly made to slap at his hands in feigned frustration of him not letting the loaves cool ;-)

For a big man, Bob was surprisingly light on his feet.

The last time Bob pinched hot Challah was 5 days before our lives started unraveling in 2018. 3-1/2 months later, I would be a widow.

(http://jeastofeden.blogspot.com/2018/08/enthusiastic-day.html)

Man! I MISS my man.

I love You, Yeshua.

I love you, Babe.

Always ~ OX