By now, we’re all hip to the pandemic. We hole ourselves up, register the death toll, panic over our checkbooks, and take our temperatures. I sincerely hope every one of you is healthy, and that your loved ones are, too. Stay home, and take care of yourselves.
But, let me drop my usual blog persona and get real. I live alone, and I’ve been in social isolation for almost four weeks now. I’ve had a varied life, from waitress to congressional investigator, but today my living comes partly from writing and partly from being a shopgirl. Half of my income vanished with the pandemic, and the other half is on life support. I have my moments, and although I’m not at all a cryer, I’ve suffered a few bouts lately.
Yet, I feel lucky. I’m healthy. I enjoy my own company. I live well on a dime, and, better, I know how to appreciate the little things in life…
