Quarantine
It is now the 11th week of quarantine. It is a surreal life and existence. It is like being sucked into a vortex of same day relived, every day. It is getting more and more difficult to create order or routine in a world that exists within the confines of my yard. Expectations are low, responsibilities minimal, and the motivation and drive to do much more seems thin.
I know in my head this should be ending soon, that I should be planning for the future but the instability of it all makes it so hard to try and prepare for what might be. I frequently have no idea what day of the week it is, which month we are in or where in the month we are. The isolation, novelty, and redundancy have run their course. I anxiously await June 1st when I can at least step foot in my office. While not needing to interact with others, being able to get out of the house, go somewhere to think and be outside of the home is so elusive but yet provides so much hope.