I’m marking my time in a different way. It is a slow slog. Every hour is a new normal after twenty two years of the same halls, the same corners and the same processes. This Coronavirus has dropped a smart bomb into my solid set of systems, ways of being, places of buying and eating and roads on which I drove. It’s a great reduction and we are in the sauce, at least for now.
Usually my nature, my culture, my surroundings look outward, forward…comfortable in movement, continual movement. Even is stillness and quieter days there has been that motion and the push of even more movement. It’s all sort of dribbling off and grinding down and sideways right now. ‘Maybe there will be an extension, a waiver, a check…remote learning’.
My neighborhood is very quiet. Very still. Today it shall be cupboards, then. All my cupboards will be clean; very clean. And then, I will look for something else.
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