Probably it’s the Claritin. Or maybe the CBD. But I’ve been walking around in a fog all day, my head full of cotton wool.
It’s too cold. I don’t want to go out. If I were to go out, where could I go?
For not quite a year, we have sheltered at home and been extremely cautious. Because golf is safe, John has had a fun activity, weather permitting. Because his mom lives nearby and is almost 100 years old, he visits her once a week. I don’t want to play golf, and I don’t want to visit my mother in law, but…
I cook. I bake. A lot. My bread-baking, especially, makes me feel satisfied.
I mask up and go to the grocery store about once a week. We order contact-free takeout when that sounds better than cooking. I do the occasional Zoom call and try to keep up with the groups I belong to. I talk to a few friends, but not as often as I’d like. Johanna and Loi visit, which helps a lot.
We’ve had the first round of vaccines and are scheduled for the second. I’m beginning to imagine feeling safe. Visiting my kids. Going to the library. The museum. Eating indoors with friends. It’s almost hard to picture.
Soon…