Nothing much happening over here, and yet our whole lives have changed. 2020 held all the promises of an auspicious year... that number alone, so bold. Yet here we are, a pandemic.
I found myself walking a tight rope. BE CAREFUL I say out loud (to everyone, so much so that Isla tells us "careful" all the time now) and think to myself. I step on eggshells at work (I wore protective booties to work for awhile), wash my hands twenty thousand times a day (not accounting the hand washing before and after hand washing), and don't even take off my mask in the bathroom. On the other hand... I let my neighbors kid come inside the house yesterday! Ugh... in my defense, she is only 4. She is Olivia's only friend in the neighborhood, and she rings our door bell all on her own and sits on the front steps until we open it. Also in my defense, Olivia has played with NO OTHER KID since March! I probably shouldn't have let her inside (twice), I probably shouldn't have let her have dinner with us, I probably shouldn't have stood so close to her mom as we took her home. Olivia and Isla had a ball though... I mean shrieking with laughter. But is it worth it? It would be different if our neighbor has been socially isolating, but they haven't, that I know for fact. It would be different if our State numbers didn't look so apocalyptic, which it does. It would be also be so so different if there was an end in sight!!! which there isn't.
This too, shall pass... but when?!
