Living life with Covid is somewhat the same, and somewhat different for Mr. UT and me. Because we had both been retired, we were used to being together for long stretches of time, and still liking each other! We have retirement funds, health care, a place to live, cars, and our health.
We wear our masks in any indoor places, or outdoors if we are close to others. We don’t, and won’t, eat inside restaurants yet. I haven’t visited my family in other states yet. It’s different not hugging people I love. I am getting used to it, but I miss it.
But these are little things. With all the people who lost jobs, have no money, are homless, whose homes burned up in fires, the children who are suffering not being able to go to school, with the hate I see because of our politics, I weep. So much hate. It hurts my heart.
The problems I see are so big, and out of my control, yet they linger in me. How can they not? I wish with all my heart and might we would see each other with common humanity.
I had to turn off all news. I no longer can watch. I told Mr. UT I can watch a short local news program, as long as it’s not too late. Watching the news made my anxiety sky rocket. I can read a bit in the morning. Limiting my watching and reading has really helped.
And so I walk, take yoga classes, write, and volunteer. I think it is important to stay more postive so that I keep other people I see, including our little family of two, happier.
With a prayer for peace,
On Day 2209,