Since the middle of March, many of us have watched the people around us trying to grab hold of something that will make sense of the pandemic and the forced changes that have knocked them off their feet. I’ve always been able to shake things off. It takes a hell of a lot to cause me any level of stress and for me this whole pandemic thing has been no different; but I know a great number of folks who have really been struggling.
A few days ago, as I checked most of my self-assigned coronavirus projects off my list I took advantage of a free offer to watch a documentary for which I’d neglected making time to see in the theaters last year. As much as I knew I needed to see it and wanted to see it, I also thought it would be a difficult 95 minutes of viewing. I can’t remember any other film that I ever had the same hesitation. Watching it at home seemed a better plan since I could pause the show whenever I wanted.
Recent rain is hampering my weekend plans to do yard projects. The ground is too muddy to run the lawn mower let alone reinforce a retaining wall as I’d planned. But the sun has started the drying process and with the help of the warm breeze, it shouldn’t take too long so there’s no point in complaining.
The dogs have
been fed and had their first fetch of the day. I’m hopeful I can have a quiet
moment to write, so I’m sitting at my desk with a cup of coffee; the window is
open to chirping birds, budding trees, and the crisp smell of spring.
There is a playful growl to my left and I look over to see this. Yes, Tiny
Charlie is in fact trying to eat Emma’s ear.
So much for a quiet Sunday.
It is Sunday, isn’t it?
Well, I may have been neglecting this blog a bit, but I
haven’t been sitting around eating chips and guac and watching the tele. I’ve
actually been productive and busy with finishing my book. That would be writing,
not reading my book. Although I have read it more than a few times while
editing and editing and more editing.