Life is weird these days, right? It’s Monday and I’m not at the library. It’s not a holiday, I’m not on vacation and I’m working. At home. It’s funny, I always thought working from home sounded so awesome but now that I have the opportunity it just feels . . . sad. Or maybe it’s juts me that feels sad.
There were bright spots this weekend, though.
Friday Night Snacks on the deck. We weren’t out there for long because literally as soon as we sat down the wind started picking up and it was chilly.
Homemade sourdough bread. And a Zoom session with Sean, Jo-Ann and Kim.
Daily treat deliveries from Sean. We’ve had chocolate tarts and biscotti and brown sugar shortbread and these biscuits arrived early Sunday morning. They were delicious with butter and local honey.
A finished puzzle. This one was a struggle but we persevered and victory was ours Sunday morning.
I’ve been knitting and reading. I am journaling about what these days feel like because I know when this is over (and it will be over some day) I won’t remember all the little details. And I joined the wonderful Zoom knitting group that Mary set up for Sunday afternoon. It did my heart good to see the faces and hear the voices of my dear friends.
Despite all of that good stuff, though, Sunday night I was sad. I miss my kids. I miss Jackie. I miss my friends and coworkers. I miss the routine of daily life as it was. It all backed up on me a bit and I had a good cry and went to bed.
Today I will start fresh. Today I will remember that I’m privileged and have an abundance of things that I’m grateful for. Today I will lean in to my feelings and release them. Today is Monday.