It’s the forty billionth day of quarantine, or at least it feels like it.
It’s Monday. Monday is my blog day.
It’s May the 4th, Star Wars Day. My husband is wearing one of his many Star Wars shirts, as expected.
It’s also Children’s Book Week, if you’re the literary type. We all have our favorites—Banana Girl loved Knuckle Bunny, the Princess loved Piggy Pie. I was partial to the Wizard of Oz series that my dad used to read me at night.
It’s someone’s birthday, maybe a lot of someones.
As we sit here in our homes doing the same thing over and over again, it’s hard to remember the day of the week, so every little “special calendar day” helps.
I look at my calendar a lot less than I used to. It’s not like I’m going anywhere. However, looking at the week as a whole, seeing what I had scheduled before life got cancelled and postponed—fewer and fewer things as this quarantine lengthens—does show me the passage of time, and reminds me that one day, life will resume, my calendar will fill up again.
In the meantime, I watch my flowers grow and the trees bud and the birds return to build their nests. The weather warms up and summer approaches. And one of these days, life will return to normal, or some semblance thereof.
In the meantime, find something to keep your spirits up and stay healthy, and celebrate the little things.
