Just another Sunday. It feels like Christmas break, summer and Spring Break all at once. Breakfast, sewing, swimming, watching lazy afternoon movies, playing Barbie’s, cooking, cleaning and organizing. Went through a box
of my childhood. This proved to be a way for me to stop time and remember the simple things and how life used to be. It took me back immediately to 1987, when I was in 2nd grade.
Dinner consisted of a family meeting rather than our usually Sunday dinner conversations, which were light and fun. Except these conversations was heavy and sounded like punishment but it’s not. No plans for the week. Just plans to stay alive.
Going to bed tired. Feels like a dream. Found out a friend went to Seattle. Most friends aren’t self-isolating. Not going to the farm. Many places are closing.
Found out a friend in NYC has it. Says health officials don’t truly know how to diagnosis
Jake seems mad that we can’t do anyhthibg. I don’t think he gets it. But my job is to keep him alive. So right now, I don’t care if he’s mad at me. I’m doing my job.
Thinking back to the sounds of my teen years and what I was doing when I was his age. They are definitely growing up way faster than my generation.