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
Nothing really to say Everything is the same Nothing changes Still at home Still waiting Still unsure of the future Blah, blah, blah
February 15, 2021