We are three months into the coronavirus, and the only thing that's different now than when all this started is that now there are over 2 million cases of coronavirus in the U.S. - and rising steeply - and almost 11,000 cases in New Mexico. And we miss each other.
The kids are antsy and want to see grandparents and friends. I want to see friends, too.
But nothing is any better. Actually, worse than 3 months ago, so what's to justify loosening our stay-at-home strategy? If there's anything worth emerging for, it's Black Lives Matter protests.
Instead, it's lots of walks. Lots and lots of walks. And work. And church. And games. And reading.
Which isn't a bad life. Just small. And scary. And claustrophobic. I'm not feeling brave like other families who are heading out camping and backpacking. That would probably be good. But I barely have the energy to make it from waking up to bedtime. How would camping go?
Hard to have the energy for much more than survival mode. And feeling thankful for that.
