“This little light of mine…

I’m gonna let it shine…”

POSTSCRIPT at 5:45 PM: I wore my headlamp to supper and received a varied reception. Christian friends applauded my obvious message. The “server” obviously deliberately avoided me and made no effort to take my meal request. She took the orders for the other four residents at the table, and served them their meal. I haven’t shed tears on the outside, but I am sobbing on the inside.