Wait. What day is it? Oh, yes, now I remember. Thursday...
Is that how you feel these days? Days just seem to run into one another without much difference from one to the next.
My feelings run the gamut. Hope, bewilderment, anxiety. I read an article the other day saying what we are feeling is actually grief. That is how I feel. Grief over loss of normal routine, grief over loss of events we were looking forward to that are now either postponed or canceled altogether, grief over separation from family and friends, grief over the many people who are sick and the many people who have passed away, grief over not knowing how.much.longer.this.will.go.on.
Anything that can give us a little respite is welcome.
So far we are not worried about having enough toilet paper.
Photo credit: Deniele Van LeeuwenThis is my new reality. Although the truth is that I rarely make it til 9 p.m.
Charlotte giving us a virtual hugRight now, this in-person connection means the world to me.
Sunday our church service was livestreamed and we watched it on the computer in my office.
Unwashed hair, nighttime pajamas, and slippers...don't judgeYesterday, Mark and I ventured to Target at 8 a.m. for "senior hour."
I also have mixed feelings about going through the drivethrough, although we have done that a couple of times. But each time I wonder about who has touched my food, my food wrapping and containers. It's a disconcerting feeling.
One of our favorite restaurants had this to offer, and we will pick it up tomorrow night at 5:30 p.m.
On an unrelated bright note, look who started following me on Instagram. Not. #spam
I was supposed to be at a quilting retreat in Texas this week. Canceled. And Mark and I were looking forward to a Canadian Rockies trip in mid June through Road Scholar. Neither of us feel comfortable at the thought of traveling in a plane, train and boat, so we are canceling. Maybe next year. This is what travel looks like to us these days.
In contrast, these are some wise words during these times.
This one made me chuckle.