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Here's where we are: no particular place to go and only one place to be. In that place, for better or worse, as we promised, but not (if I remember correctly) for ever and always the sole companion and yet that's how it is: the two of us at breakfast, at lunch, at dinner, at every break during the day, an unnatural (surely) companionship at times sweet, at other times smothering or irritating or infuriating and yet we go on, like a couple of Beckett characters and yet, thankfully, bound by love and respect and care for each other and we grow and thrive and will survive.
Now, I like to walk. The rules now seem to allow—or even encourage--a daily walk, as long as it's done with six-foot margins all around.
Yet here I sit, cemented in place by a mild but persistent COVID 19 depression. Day after spring day I made the decision: no walk right now. It's too cold. It's raining. Or it might rain. I don't feel like it. I'll walk tomorrow. And then the weather shifted (overnight, as it seems to do here) and suddenly it was too hot. No walk today, or at least not right now. I'll wait till it cools off. I have excuses to fit every weather report.
Don't tell me a walk would make me feel better; tell me something I don't know.
And when, in the afternoon, shafts of sunlight break through the pewter dome of the sky, or a cool breeze changes the humid air, do I skip out the door? I do not. I say, "Oh, I hope tomorrow is a beautiful day so I can go for a walk" and return to my reading.
An hour later I will wander to the kitchen and look around for possible dinner ideas. I prep dinner then cook it. We eat it, together, and the evening continues in the togetherness of the two of us. Tomorrow will be another day, but not so very different from this one.
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