WARZONE Living

 

Life is still a war-zone affair.

Lake Charles is not quite as bad 

as the city of which I wrote

in the above book unless ...

You are out after curfew 

and look like you have more 

than the homeless predator 

who spies you alone.

I am down but not out.

Still apartment-less, 

Midnight-less.

He's boarded at the

vet's now ...

for as long as I can

afford it.

He had to get a complete

check-up and get caught

up on all his shots

before the vet would

take him.

I don't know what hurt more,

Midnight's bottom

or my wallet!

But what is within my ability, I do:

I deliver needed blood to those 

who desperately need it ...

like my supervisor 

still fighting for his life,

though just out of the
intensive care unit.

Covid-19 is a true hazard

for rare blood couriers ...

And you can catch it twice!

We do not know how precariously our lives 

are balanced on the razor's edge ...

until life removes the support 

we took for granted.

Appreciate the blessings 

around you, my friends.