March 14, 2020
We spend the morning gardening, pulling weeds and doing all the chores we never had time to tackle. We cook superb family meals although I go look for eggs but can’t find any at the two nearby grocery stores.
I am working part-time, just a few hours a month so for the first time since childhood, I am finding myself with very few obligations. I get up in the morning and decide what to do. There is no place to be. Most events have been canceled.
And there is no great pain yet. No one we know has been infected.
For now, the feeling is surreal: part vacation, part anxiety but nothing definite.
I spend the afternoon embroidering a character for the illustration of Kristin Eiriksdottir’s book “A Fist or A Heart”. I have to redo the leg twice. I don’t care. Today, I have time.
