Do I have a dry throat? I notice every change or nuance in my body. My belly is puffed out. There’s no question that I’ve put on a few pounds--so shockingly easy!
Grateful for stairs to the second floor in my house and walks in the afternoon—children on bikes, neighbors ten feet apart.
The mailman continues to bring the mail. The men in yellow trucks with the long pitchfork arms lift and take away the garbage. I’m grateful for them and for the nurses and ambulance drivers and doctors and epidemiologists, and the good governors (we have a fine one in NY state!) and for Bill Gates who’s damn smart, and the teachers who are teaching in the ether with children at home clamoring for attention.
I’m saving every healthy scrap of food.
And drinking wine (only one glass!).
We go about our lives singly or in pairs as in the Ark--especially in the cities of the world—and I am with my pair, self-sequestered (not sick). More than ever I’m reminded of how needy we are for human contact at work and in places where we gather to learn and play. It also feels fittingly good to slow down and notice.
It’s the first day of spring in the Northeast. The forsythia is blooming, and most of the daffodils.
Keep safe dear friends. What is going on with you?