Coronavirus Days--Week 35
Last week was a week of survival. I know, most weeks are weeks of survival, but with Election Day and that constant of uncertainty, and again I know that constant of uncertainty is nothing new, I couldn't find words, or didn't want to find words, or had too many words to be found. Like many, I sat in wait, anxious for Biden/Harris to be declared winners, waking 2am, 4am, scrolling CNN to see if something had become certain. If I could count on something more than hope.Insomnia Cookies recently and wondered what cookie delivery felt like. I didn't have great expectations in terms of artisan bakery techniques, and I wasn't surprised that on the web page there was a box to check if delivery was to the dorm. After ordering a selection for sampling, an email directed me to a link that allowed me to track its progress. It stayed on Baking until a text on my phone told me the cookies had been dropped on my porch (as per my request). Brilliant in taste? No, but warm baked cookies delivered to our doorstep made us both happy.
And again, it is a moment of cookie delivery that holds me steady through what is a difficult slog at times. It is thinking about what restaurant to get take out from for our weekly splurge. It is Whitman asleep on the couch next to me as I type this. I hope you have your small and big joys to anchor you in these upcoming challenges as we move closer to the end of 2020.