No “Happy New Year” greetings from me! And where has half of January gone? The pandemic seems to have created a new rhythm and rhyme in life for many of us. And I’m lucky to not have a job to do remotely or kids to supervise and watch for the slightest sign of illness. My angst comes from countless days at home. Maybe losing count (it’s Thursday again?) is what keeps the time flying by. I worry about trips out for groceries and the occasional sinful meeting with friends, fingers crossed that nobody has an invisible case of Omicron.
Even the dog has the Covid angst. He wants to sit on my lap all the time and gives me that “treat time” look at 6 p.m. when he already had his bedtime treat at 4 p.m. Ingenuity or dementia?
Last week I had the sniffles, so cancelled everything and stayed home for 4 days working on my book business and watching movies on TV. With a special lunch out planned for Friday, I scheduled a rapid PCR test for Thursday. Yes, I could have paid for the whole lunch for less than I paid for the test, but I knew by Thursday evening that I was negative for Covid and good to go. And it was worth it! See photo above.
My friend is going on the Egypt tour that we both planned a year ago, but I backed out. Do I really want to be in a foreign land where I don’t know how many are vaccinated or what the infection rate is? Not to mention the many hours of travel wearing the dreaded mask. Two hours of being the masked woman is about all I can take. That’s good for a movie in an uncrowded theater, but that’s about it.
So, once again I’m sitting at the computer mid-morning, still in my bathrobe, with nowhere to go and not much to do. More work on my book ads perhaps, a little reading, and maybe a Zoom meeting later today. Yawn. I can always put on the national news to get my heart rate up, but that probably doesn’t count as exercise. Perhaps a dog walk will cheer me up. I wish a speedy recovery to the world, from Covid, mis-trust, hatred, hunger, and desperation. Let the new year bring something new and wonderful . . . please!