Today I love Wednesdays and the way they can keep your spirits up while still reminding you that there’s a fair bit of week yet to … what? It’s Saturday? Oh, well, in that case, today I love Saturdays and their clever way of winding me up and making me go like crazy for the weekend. I love that even though I work from home and go very few places in normal times, I am experiencing the same “What day is it?” issues that everyone else is experiencing. I love that every time Saturday rolls around I lament the market not being open and I swear when we can go to the market again I will not, if I can help it, miss even one day of that venerable and wholesome institution’s offerings, not that I missed many before the shutdown. I love that these times are slowly becoming the new normal and I am acquiring things to love and look forward to about even these times of isolation and caution. I love that meeting people on the street while walking for exercise includes giving them a wide berth while jovially calling out to them to share and receive some little bit of human contact. I love that yesterday someone we know stuck their head over their second floor deck rail as we walked by down on street level and we had a good couple of minutes chat at a distance of fifteen feet or so and from one floor level to another … ahhh, people.
Today I love that on social media there is lots of hope being talked about. I love that John Prine was one of the best of us; if you haven’t lost someone close to you to COVID-19 than his loss to this thing should be enough to make us all aware that this is a costly pandemic. I love peaches, not just because John Prine told me to eat a lot of them, but that’s as good a reason as any.
Today I love cooking oatmeal on the side burner of the barbecue and that’s going to happen later today. I love that someone is talking about scones here and I am pretty certain that will happen too. I love that yesterday I saw a dog that looked like a cross between a shih tzu and a poodle and I’m just going to leave it to you to figure out what that should be called. I love that I’m still rotating between three pain meds and two of them are pretty much placeboic and the third one is effective but I’m not supposed to take it because of other medications I’m on so I’m in a crazy cycle of adventurous pain management.
Today I love drinking my coffee on a sunny
W̶e̶d̶n̶e̶s̶d̶a̶y̶ Saturday because I love coffee and because it augments pain medication, placeboic or otherwise.