DAY 23 OF MY COVID LOCKDOWN
STEVE AND ASHLEY, SEPTEMBER AT THE WEDDING. STEVEN TRYING HIS BEST TO LOOK ANGELIC…WHICH IS WHY HIS NEW MUSTACHE IS NEEDED-ADDING THAT TOUCH OF MENACE.
And it was not the finest of days…starting with a stomach ache (OMG, didn’t I read somewhere that one of the symptoms…); middle-of-the-night reading a history of pandemics; listless…but I wrote (badly); cranky but no one to snap at or complain to… Okay, all that’s out of my system. Here’s the good stuff, three minute plank, almost-four mile walk, google hangout with Steve and Ashley, the amazing California grandchildren (Steven has a mustache which lends his handsomely-likable face just the tiniest touch of sinister—that might be his goal now that he living in the Central Valle,y away from his known SoCal-on-the-coast life).
The news is so bad. It is just so bad. I think most of us now believe that it’ll be at least at year before there’s any degree of normalcy—and, according to my night-time reading, most pandemics return more than once, or pop up in different areas of the world with some frequency before there’s a vaccine that’s actually effective…I probably should stick to my murder-filled bedtime stories.
So much writing reading thinking planning to catch up on during this time. Don’t whine. Just do it.
I’m so very lonely for normal (even though, as a current FB post advises, let’s not go back to that normal, let’s do better).
What will the new normal be? I am hoping for a major shift to building a better society for ALL. What an interesting concept…being celebrated by major faiths this month. About time we measure up to our beliefs.