I don't know what I am supposed to be __. Fill in the blank: doing, feeling, thinking, saying.
I just keep moving through each moment as best as I can. I find myself mentally going through the food in my cupboards doing inventory, taking stock of what I have. Congratulations to self for buying that hand held bidet attachment for the toilet. I'm doing laundry, taking walks. I wish I had a dog but am grateful I don't. How would I feed it, if things get worse? Wiping down the counters, door knobs, and switches with bleach water.
I made a tuna macaroni salad because I had the ingredients and it's something I can keep in the fridge.
I have 4 bars of hand soap under the sink. Would they let you walk your dog if they lock everything down?
I have 4 bars of hand soap under the sink. Would they let you walk your dog if they lock everything down?
How would I like things to be remade if the world is turned on its head by this Pandemic?
I'm thinking about it right now. . .
I will be able to hug.
I will have a place to live, food, safety.
I will be able to trust that my neighbor is my friend.
