3/24/2020. Must be C-19 Day #8. Remember the pretty little expressions: April showers…. The merry month of May… Swing into spring…. Not feelin’ it. Well perhaps just a little. The first hour or so of the day goes up and down and up and down. I awake feeling smothered; get up and note body feels fine (something people ‘of a certain age’ check!), spirits lift; first hot milky coffee AND news that China may be easing back toward ‘normal’ AND to top it all off a cheerful FB post from a smiling colleague AND the fact there are so many things I love to do (writing, reading, photographing, enjoying friends via media) ahead of me today—should I choose to take advantage of them.
But NOW, Pollyanna has left the building and I remember we have an incompetent narcissist leading the country in possession of the most bombs—that would be my country, this country and all of a sudden that being-smothered feeling returns. AND I remember my son’s best friend, who is also a family friend, has unexpectedly died (not from C-19) AND that my brother/sister-in-law are back in Minnesota and I miss them AND my work is closed and may or may not ever reopen AND that I’m effing old.
Oh for heaven’s sake Marjorie, stop it. You are being dim-witted, negative, maudlin, defeatist…and you are not usually all of those things at once. Hmmm…now that I’ve voiced some of the morning’s non-thoughts I can get busy with this Tuesday’s agenda. Second large cup of coffee. Download pretty pictures to go with early morning blathering, post. Brush teeth. Think how lucky I am for … well … stuff.
An early-spring, walking-around-the-hood album.
STAY CALM AND CARRY ON as the Brits say. Good advice.