The world is finally united.
I just wish it was for something good instead of the deadly Covid19 virus.
Being isolated at home with my husband is not a hardship. We’ve worked from home for years, but now, I’m cooking a hell of a lot more! We don’t go out for dinner like we used to. We did, however, venture out of the house over a week ago, but that was for essentials.
Okay, I lie.
Wine really isn’t an essential, but it makes life a bit easier.
Physical isolation from the outside world has thrown off my sleep patterns, even more so than usual. The days of the week, normally a marker of tasks and events, are now cluttered in my mind.
Does Monday feel different from Thursday or Friday? Does it even matter?
Certainly, the precision of time is now less important. There are fewer (no) appointments or meetings I need to keep. I don’t have to check my schedule because … well, there’s no urgency to be anywhere.
Instead, mundane tasks such as making meals, cleaning, and laundry now occupy more of my attention.
This might explain how I nearly forgot about my turn to blog here (23rd each month). Has it already been a month since my last article?
Time has warped for me.
I carve out my days with segments of bad news, writing, food prep and cooking, social media, an exercise class via Zoom, a nightly cocktail with a girlfriend, and more bad news.
I should skip the news, but I can’t.
Many of us have had to rethink the way we interact with people. Thankfully, media platforms such as Messenger, Facetime, Whatsapp, and Zoom have allowed face-to-face meetings. At a time when we are distancing from others, it’s comforting to see a friendly, animated face, even if separated by a screen.
My reasoning for this is that we cannot know how long we’ll be under lockdown. As a pragmatic optimist, I also fear we will not all come out of this unscathed.
Though time is finite, I’m not rushing to get back to what used to be normal. Once the distancing measures are relaxed, there will be a lengthy adjustment period with all the scars that go along with it. I hope to be here again in a month, but I won’t take that for granted.
Stay safe, and do tell me how you’re doing. Has time warped for you as well?
Big virtual hugs,
Big virtual hugs,