Since my husband is undergoing cancer treatments, and is awaiting (hopefully) a chance to get a second booster, we're not traveling in person. Instead, we've established a pandemic-induced routine of reading aloud to each other. We've explored China at the time of Mao's Revolution, explored Orwell's British countryside and home, and are about to go to Chicago's World Fair via Erik Larson. We treasure this daily ritual, and it's something we wouldn't have thought of doing, were it not for the pandemic.
February 4, 2022
I always knew I was a strong person, and I hope I never have to live through another pandemic again. There was so much turmoil and upheaval and negativity. There were positive things too, but honestly it was meager compared to the bad things. I have hope for the natural world, but I am deeply disappointed in people right now.
March 16, 2021