(Written before midnight)
Isolation Diary: For the first time I had a sad phase today. After a delightful FaceTime episode with Maggie, Adam, and Fig. I can’t hold Fig. When he was over here before Covid and his parents were off working, I would hold him and we would dance together. He loved that. I’m in another sad phase right now. Shake it off, Ruth! Okay. Feeling so much better (I’ve had a cold, you recall), I got back to tai chi (at home) and dancing (by myself) and the garden. And, of course, D and D. I have survived, barely, another battle and we are leveling up.
DeAnne M.
I got sad this weekend, too. We all need some hugs. Love you.Susan J.
Oh, I hear you about the sadness that knocks on our doors periodically. A most unwelcome guest! I sometimes think I’m going through the stages of grief. Last week, it was anger. We, too, have enjoyed a virtual Fig to hug and giggle with, but that’s been the norm for us all along. I feel your pain! In the meantime, choose happiness and frolic in that gorgeous garden of yours.