Day 81. 81 days since I’ve been working from home, and not seeing people in real life much. 81 days since thrift shops, restaurants, events, travel, camping, and pretty much anything that brings me joy has been canceled or closed. 81 days – I could have gone around the world and been back home with a day to spare – according to that book at least…
We finally got notice on Friday that our county was approved for Phase 2 – a limited reopening… Dog groomers, hairstylists, retail and restaurants at limited capacity. Some places reopened Friday or Saturday – some are waiting a little while, just to see. Camping is open, but smaller communities still don’t want you to come visit. People are angry, and they have every right to be, about a number of issues. With all the protests around the country, I wouldn’t be surprised if COVID case counts go up dramatically this week. Will that mean a new round of closures?
In the last 81 days, life has gone on, as it always does, but not always in the best of ways. My horse died in March. My relationship ended in April. A close friend of mine died suddenly in May (not of COVID-19). I’ll admit it, I’m sad. I’m lonely. I’m tired of not being able to go do much. I have been feeling a writer’s block lately, even though I want to write. There are only so many books, puzzles, and yard work you can do before you are just sick of it, and want something new. I’ve been going for a lot of long walks, but my routes are feeling monotonous too.
My heart is screaming for a vacation. The beach, the desert, the mountains, the countryside… Anything but a city… I’m trying to be patient. I’m trying to appreciate the fact that I’m saving money, saving vacation time, and making great progress towards my goal of early retirement. This too, shall pass… When this is all over, I have some catching up to do!