Day 7. Skeered.

Day 7. Skeered.

I was too subtle in my last post. A very dear friend, one of my writing group buddies, wrote to cheer me on for being honest about my fears yesterday. But I wasn’t all that honest. I have been tearing up a few times a day, but even before the coronavirus I have...
Day 6. I now hate these “Day #” titles.

Day 6. I now hate these “Day #” titles.

Ramon doesn’t know all the answers to the things I’m concerned about, which I told him is not very helpful. It would be really nice to have some certainty. Reminds me of that Sheryl Crow song from the 90s, Strong Enough: “Lie to me, I promise...
Day 5. How can it only be five days?

Day 5. How can it only be five days?

Is time intentionally slowing? Are we facing not only viruses but eddies in the space-time continuum? (h/t to Douglas Adams) Has everyone been getting 1000s of emails from the companies where you do business on how ON TOP OF IT they are vis-a-vis the coronavirus? I...
Day 4. Comical Carrefour

Day 4. Comical Carrefour

Made it to Carrefour today! And made a promise with our regular driver, Ibrahim, to go every week. That way we get some time out of the house, and Ibrahim makes a bit of cash. Of course, if we eat everything we bought today in just one week, we’ll be in big...
Day 3. Well, that didn’t take long.

Day 3. Well, that didn’t take long.

I live across the street from a decent grocery store that, in recent months, has really upped its game. Better fruits and veg, nice packaged meats, wider variety, more stable supply of the brands and items I want, very generous opening hours – everything...
Day 2. The excitement builds.

Day 2. The excitement builds.

That might be slightly overstating it, but at least I’m keeping busy: Talking and texting to familyWorking on three different work contractsDoing an exercise class in the morning (just jumping around, TBH)Preparing healthy stuff to eat (alongside the junk food...