Two confirmed cases of COVID in the house sent all of us scurrying to isolation in our corners. The frustrations of seeking to get tested quickly so that Mike could continue caring for his sister exacerbated our own symptoms of cold and/or sinus infections.
Word of another case of COVID in the neighborhood, a good friend’s trip to the ER with COVID pneumonia, plus the death of a mother at the end of the street heightened our anxiety and anger at the mismanagement of this pandemic.
Non-COVID, a friend took the brave step to call in hospice for her husband. Then word reached me of the death of a onetime close friend. To cancer, almost two years ago. Ironically, I had been thinking of her often in the past two weeks.
The long hoped-for vaccine is unavailable for our age group with no projected date announced. Again, rumors of mismanagement dominate.
I am concerned about my daughter and grandson’s health, listening throughout the day for signs of distress.
How does this affect fitness? My friend Mary paints when overwhelmed. Painting furniture, that is. Nothing in her house escapes her Fusion Mineral Paint brush. When she runs out of projects, she picks up another man’s trash from the street. I am waiting for pictures of her painting her husband because there is nothing left.
Me. I want to curl up in bed. I finally walked from the mailbox the other day, and it felt good. It also made me realize how poorly I had been feeling and reminded me to be kinder to myself. As my sister shares tales of her pickle ball, tennis, and hiking adventures, I long for the energy to trim the roses and feel blessed when I can complete a mini morning salutation.
My brain feels fuzzy and distracted. Completing some quick projects yesterday felt remarkable. Taking part in a writing group last night highlighted my distraction.
Today my body is feeling better. A little movement and a lot of rest.
But most needed is kindness.