There are so many things in the future. Mostly waiting for the plague to pass by and leave us back in normal times. Some people don’t really believe in it. Until it arrives. Even then, some people do not believe in it. It must be cancer. It cannot be some virus spread by people. No. It cannot be the plague. But they do not believe in it even as their last breathes comes to them.
The rest of us believe in it. In the months since February we wear masks in public. We wear masks when with friends, the few we have seen in person, even the sister we have seen in public and in our house, we wear masks in their presence. There have been seven people that have come to our house. Seven people in the last 10 months.
This living still takes some adjustment. We partition our things we do. Coffee is a highlight a special time in the morning. A walk in the afternoon. Some thing I do for work or entertainment. I part them out too, even as there are more things I need to get done. But I want them to last no matter how long it takes the plague to last, to pass along again.
I commit to One Page Daily. As I do to Morning Pages, to Duolingo, to meditation. I do not include walking on the 1 list. I do not include drawing or watercolors or letters to friends or playing piano. There is so much to do. But I obsess on “the news” of the progress in the plague.
I wander about like a dog sniffing the air searching for a future.
— MichaelRpdx :: ih3k