It’s the end of the week. I don’t have it in me to be depressed or deep in thought. It’s been a tough werk. A series of tough weeks.

I’m just going to share today a silly thing that happened to me two weeks ago.

My son and I have been doing zoom scavenger hunts with friends across the country. Its meant to be funny. Although, admittedly my son gets a little annoyed at the “tangents”. You know, my digressions. Even in a scavenger hunt, I manage to go off topic on a storytelling bit. It’s what I do.

Well, the time came for us to find a penny. And lo and behold not a single one of us could find one. My son rushed around the house in a desperate search for a penny. I gave up fairly early on knowing I just give away my change when I get sone at a store. I tip away my change. It would be surprising if I had a penny. And, indeed I did not.

What happened to our pennies.?occasionally I hear of angry stories where someone is repaid in thousands of oily pennies. In such cases pennies are used in a punitive fashion.

I remember when I would get excited to find a penny on the ground. I would make a wish. What am I to make a wish upon now?