F is for Fuck it
G is for God make it stop
H is for when the Hell will this be over?
Early in the shelter at home phase I had two homes and was busily packing up one and moving to the other. I went out and was very busy every day, though I was “home” most of the time (our two places were ten minutes apart). Now we are fully in the new place, and sure, I could unpack more, but I’m exhausted, and I’m back at work having multiple Zoom meetings a day, prepping for online instruction, responding to students, and realizing I have jowels and a much looser neck than I ever noticed before. Sure, I could spend time on better lighting or wear turtlenecks, but I can’t be bothered. I don’t love looking at myself talk, but whatever.
Pandemic times are getting real, so fuck it. I’ve had a hard few days.
G is for fucking Gratitude also.
Glad I have a dog that needs a walk every day.
Glad I found a cool dingy little park on the site of a canal built in 1795. Canal Park, South Hadley.
Glad it’s spring though it’s fucking cold.
Glad my parents don’t have to see the shitshow our country has become, though I would also love to hear my mother’s insights. She would be able to take an intellectual interest in it all and give me a lens I hadn’t thought of to see it through.
Glad for Zoom even though it’s driving home how old I look/am.
Glad my family is not sick.
Glad I do not have small children. Props to all who are coping with this.
Glad my grandniece and grandnephew have such fabulous parents to stay home with them and glad I get photo and video updates on the regular.
Glad for social media and feeling connected virtually.
Glad for cursing. It helps.