It’s been a while and I don’t have Great Exciting Things to share, but I didn’t want my old blogging muscles to atrophy.
Now there is no CHANCE of my writing muscles atrophying, as all I do all day is write write write. I wrote two motions yesterday (took me 13.5 hours, I was so exhausted) and I wrote one today. Sometimes I would love a BREAK from writing, which is why I do not write here as often as I would like. Not only am I sick of computer screens by the end of the day, I am sick of putting sentences together.
But lo, ’tis March, and it’s been a pretty cold and rainy couple of days, and it’s coming up on a weird anniversary for all of us, and I feel that anniversary sort of heavy but in a vague, spread out way. Do you know what I mean? There is nothing sharp about this upcoming anniversary, just sort of . . . smothering. Mind-bending, and poignant, and bittersweet, and all the timehop stuff from one year ago is just REALLY odd to read, you know? I know you know. That’s the other weird thing about this anniversary – it is universal for us. Springtime in the United States = lockdown. Even in other countries that locked down sooner than us, the people will know what we’re feeling, they just felt it all a month or two ago.
Well. March 13th was the date they were sent home from school for the last time. And March 17th was the date I started my new job! Isn’t that odd timing. I bought the boys green St. Patrick’s Day donuts from Krispy Kreme, via door dash. That’s one of my earliest pandemic memories. Maybe we’ll do it again, for old time’s sake. Auld lang syne