For me, every Monday is a new week, a rebirth. A cold day with a beautiful Spring sky.

Today, we should finalize our plans and costs for our new podcast, Katz and Wulf On Bedlam Farm.

This Wednesday, another broadcast of “Talking To Animals,” Wednesday, one p.m. on WBTMAM1370.

I hope to finalize wedding plans for Ruth and Wayne at the Mansion.

I  hope to know how much money to try to raise to get Kathy Sosa’s eight-grade refugee and immigrant class to the FDR Home in  Hyde Park, N.Y.

I will read to the Mansion residents tomorrow afternoon, and teach my Meditation Class there on Thursday.

I hope to meet with private school officials in Albany to help  Noorul Hotak, the very gifted Afghan refugee students get a full scholarship to a school that can help him develop his extraordinary mathematical skills.

I hope to talk with Christine Decker about the play I’d like to write for her and with her.

And oh yes, a trip to the dentist for some heavy-duty teeth maintenance. I’m bring my Iphone, ear plus and music by Aretha Franklin and Billie Eilish.

I do see every week as a restart, a chance to understand who I am and who I want to be. Every day is a gift, every week another opportunity to lead a meaningful life. Nobody can take that away from me, I don’t care what’s on their silly news.