Into the Weekend 03.07.25

Usually, it starts the week before. The robo-messages and emails start trickling in at first, but then slowly slowly they gain momentum, like a hurricane approaching the shore. We get a couple a day, then by the hour…until now when the true bombardment begins, and all hell breaks loose until Sunday.

It’s tough to run for cover. We avert our eyes, turn off our phones and computers, and do our best to protect ourselves, our friends, and our families. As it approaches, we begin to lose our hearts and our sanity.  We bang our fists on the wall, we scream horrible expletives to young children we don’t even know, and we throw chairs and precious vases at the TV.

We rummage through expired pills in our medicine cabinets looking for something - anything - which can ease the pain of the onslaught. 

But, unfortunately, nothing - and I mean NOTHING - can protect us from the inevitable. So, in the next few days, I want you to know that Brad Lippitz loves and cares about you. I get what you’re going through, and I stand by your side in solidarity.

So on Sunday at 2am, we will all lower our heads and comply with what these messages remind us to do:

turn our clocks ahead by one hour. 

Wishing you all peace, comfort, and strength in the days ahead.

Have a great weekend!

Best,

Brad