I’ve lived in Downtown Dallas for 10 days, eight of them in social isolation/quarantine. I went to the grocery store last Monday to stock up; and I’ve walked outside three times: to go across the street for replacement provisions. Our new apt is clean, quiet, tidy, organized, and our sanctuary.
I can see the glistening buildings in the morning and the lit-up ones at night. I can hear the gentle whooshing sounds of the DART light rail. I can see the buses pass by periodically on the one-way street.
I have cooked several meals of ‘comfort foods’ and one inspired by the book I read yesterday. Mark, who is working from home, cooked one day.
I made several Face Time calls yesterday. I love that! I will do that daily. I need to figure out how to do it w/ several people at once. (hint hint: tips welcome) I’ve watched a couple of country singers live on Facebook singing to 24k viewers.
I have read seven books.
I’ve painted my fingernails twice.
I scroll social media in the mornings and evenings, always enjoying seeing what my friends around the world are doing. I love the puns and clever games and photos that circulate the threads.
My yoga mat comes out today and I’ll find inspiration and joy upon it.
My attitude will guide me through this tough time. I choose happy. I’m grateful I am with my Mark and Tara. I wish my Emily was here too, yet I know she’s safe in her home.
This, too, shall pass.
I’m staying safe, happy, sanitized, and thinking of beaches and bistros. How are you holding up?