The irony of the Corona world we live in is that I’ve never been healthier, or personally happier.
I’ll add in the caveats right away; I’m scared for my family and the world, I’m sad that so many people are suffering and that so many have lost their jobs and/or their loved ones. It’s entirely likely that I had the thing about two weeks ago, a mild case. I’m hoping that I did and that it gave me some anti-bodies. But I did get sick, and it was scary because you never know.
That is just the reality that I deal with more or less well from day to day. I go through days of depression (Monday, Tuesday this week, when I found it hard to get out of bed), but then I had work to do and just ploughed through it, and started to get my head out of my you-know-what and get on with things.
Today, I can’t help but be happy to wake up in my partner’s arms. We live a few hundred miles apart and only can only each other on the weekends. Now we’re quarantined together. It’s great.
I eat healthily and cook once or twice a day. I sleep like a log (when I’m not having Corona/end-of-the-world-as-we-know-it-dreams.) I go for a long walks in the countryside and see no one but birds and insects, and I am privileged to be in a place where that is possible.
It’s spring and lovely and I get to watch each bud come out, each flower bloom. The birds are making love.
Life is beautiful, even if it is scary at the moment. The thing is, it’s always scary, it’s just a bit more focalized scary at the moment.
And I sit here with Foro and watch the clouds pass by, the sun rise and set, and dream about the day when we can go get a coffee in town, and watch the people go by in the streets.