We are still alive in this house! We have not contracted coronavirus or killed each other.
This is funny (haha, I’m laughing/blogging to myself) except some of us know someone who “accidentally” injured a goose because it was shitting too much on his beach.
And we know how he feels.
My son is back in my home for the most part. He’s still in and out, but his orbit has slowed.
We don’t have coronavirus. We have cabin fever.
But the sun is shining. We are able to get outside and walk by ourselves.
And I have enough toilet paper. Each roll is a blessing. Every square is a page on which I mark time in the passing of another day.