I haven’t posted in months as I prepared to sell my house. It was a lot of work. The kind where I am popping Ibuprofen every 5 hours.
Then the Coronavirus hit, and life as we know it stopped. My busy Houston superb feels more like a post-apocalyptic movie where I will see a zombie. I haven’t gone for so many neighborhood walks since I moved out of Queens in 1992!
Everyday the sun continues to rise and set, and I ask Jim what day it is because it feels similar to every other day. We have had some wonderful, family spiritual moments and my house feels more sacred.