Coronavirus Days--Week 31
Last night, I didn’t feel like sitting with my thoughts, didn’t want to ruin the buzz of wine consumed with neighbors socially distant. Instead, I escaped with my ears and music, listening to WFUV's stream, a favorite college radio station from days living in the NY Metro area. I coordinated times with Nan to work on the New York Times' Spelling Bee puzzle in our parallel universes; she is traveling for the next four weeks to work on an implementation in Nebraska, home only for part of two days each week. We try our best to keep some of our pandemic habits while she's away, routines, in place even if apart, knowing that it grounds us, keeps us a bit connected in times when connections feel adrift, ready to be summoned to closed doors with the whispers of nearby cold, dark days. We're settling in for the long haul, as best as we can in these days of increasingly frightening headlines: next 6-12 weeks darkest of the pandemic, Colorado wildfire inferno, those we've lo…
