I add these posts under the category “Coronavirus Diary” but I don’t write much about the impact of COVID-19. Turns out it’s just one of many negative impacts on our lives these days. I couldn’t have a blog category for each misfortune–the list would be too long.
And the impact on me has been a lot less than it’s been on millions of others. So I should appreciate that.
Impacts so far of COVID-19 on me:
- Socializing isn’t a priority, but it turns out I’m good at social distancing.
- I’ve tuned out the possibility of travel, other than necessity.
- I wear masks when needed and wash my hands when I can.
- I’ve mostly forgotten about touching my face and hope I don’t do it when I shouldn’t.
- I miss my siblings and our house in Canada.
- I read the very distressing news and get even more distressed.
- I’ve given blood twice, which is not an easy or comfortable process, but one way I can give back.
- I’m summoning spirits to deliver us a Trump loss in November. A big, big, very good, and landslide-like loss. Not only Trump. McConnell too.
- At times, certain substances have been consumed at higher rates in an attempt to alleviate anxiety and improve mood. At times, this has helped.
- I continue to work from home, so no change there. Except Harriet works from home now, too. We’ve each got our spaces. All is smooth. It’s the kids I feel bad about. Two of college-age. There’s a lot to miss out on for young people. There’s a lot of disruption. Much not is going the way they had planned, or hoped, or wanted.
- Life lesson, I suppose. The world does not care. But I care, and I have to manage that distress. They’re young, but they are already strong. They inspire me to be better and do the right thing and feel the right way.