I took a mental health day, watched the clouds roll by, let go of time and all the plans I pack into it like an overstuffed suitcase.
I’ve been reflecting on where I was a year ago, Before The Pandemic (BTP), what has changed and what has not.
I shaved my legs this morning. A blind leap of faith is what it was. I truly believe I’m going out again someday, so I’m practicing my social skills.
I think the pandemic is putting a new spin on the Golden Rule: I protect you, you protect me. The way we do that is by wearing homemade facemasks.
It’s okay to cry. I’ve been feeling weepy for the past week as this moment in history punctures my psyche and warps my everyday life.
My age group is the bull’s eye of the corona virus and so many people are mired in fear. I am, too. That’s why Hunker Down is my new dance.
Sun exposure, age and genes predispose me to skin cancer, and I’m likely to have a reoccurrence of actinic keratosis. Fortunately, I’m rich and powerful, so I don’t have to worry about healthcare access and affordability.