I’ve had many moments, with the quarantine, of déjà vu. And then I realized, I’ve done more or less the same thing for the last two weeks; I actually have done whatever-it-was before. And will do it many times again.
Once again, I’m sitting at my spot in the living room, drinking tea, with Foro beside me. I’m taking a few minutes out to write before getting to work for the day.
And I have this funny feeling that I’ve done it all before….because I have.
And Foro is just looking at me, like, whatever lady. If a stuffed cow could sigh in exasperation, he would.