Going into the third year of the pandemic, I’m often
- unbathed and feeling gross
- wanting to just go out to a bar like normal
- just wanting a burger from Grizzlebee’s in a sit down restaurant
- wanting to show my face to folks, to smile again
I have it relatively good considering during all this. I’ve resolved to say what I’m grateful for rather than dwell in doomscrolling all the time.
This won’t last forever. My house was built in 1913 and some folks lived out the “Spanish flu” then here. It gives me some historical perspective to think of the previous occupants.
I want to use this personal space to post things I’m grateful for, when I can.