Even though I have been on a hiatus from the blog, I would be remiss not to notice that today we are halfway through 2020.
I have spent the last two weeks on self-care: getting plenty of sleep, restarting an exercise routine, and even enjoying my first massage in over three months. It feels like summer except I’m not riding my bicycle to coffees shops where I work and write with friends, and I have no travel planned except an excursion to return my oldest to his college in August.
I don’t leave the house much although my food shopping trips are becoming more frequent and the amount of food that I bring home at one time has decreased. I’ve done a bit of house cleaning and organization. Inhaling dust makes me sneeze and cough, which leads to momentary panic thinking it could be the beginning of a coronavirus infection. We’ve been diligent—wearing masks, washing hands, and staying distant—so I’m not that concerned.
Then I think about the Fall to come. I read stories about students in fraternities testing positive for COVID-19. I worry that quarantine fatigue will diminish our motivation to remain vigilant and keep this disease at bay.
So yes, I am singing the Bon Jovi song in my head:
Woah, we’re half way there
Woah, livin’ on a prayer