Lost in the wilds of cyberspace

I have been valiantly trying to publish a posh I wrote a few days ago. For some reason, I keep getting informed that it's been published, but it is not being released from its status as a draft.

I also keep hoping that my family will wake up from the bad dream we're in; hoping that my brother will leap out of bed and start baking bread again. Hoping that all the fear, anxiety, and worry is just a great big mistake and we accidentally turned on the wrong channel for a few weeks.

The only thing that makes sense these days is love. Fortunately there is a lot of that around. I don't know how anyone goes through these things alone.