Day who the hell knows?
And I’m not really even sure which part has me the most vexed. Is it missing physically being in church? Is it how stressful grocery shopping has become? Is it how divided my brain is—when neighbors lost power I asked Anne if we could have them over to charge their phones, totally forgetting that we are in self-isolation.
I think the worst part is not being able to just leave the house and go somewhere else. Anywhere else. The library, Whole Foods, church, synagogue, the Jacob Burns, Lexington Square for lunch or dinner.
Passover and Easter were very strange. Of course we weren’t the only ones asking “Why is this night different from all other nights?” and laughing. The sunrise service was different, too—I attended in my pajamas, which was kind of nice, and stayed warm while I watched Chip and Tami looking cold.
My happiest moments have been outside, in the garden. Here I am filling one of our raised beds so that we can plant radishes and lettuce. And there’s Anne planting seeds.
Anne planting seeds |
Me filling one of the beds |
How is everyone else doing?
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