As most of you who read this know, I keep a list of things that happen daily to bring me joy. It was wonderful to read what brought me happiness each day last year, so I am continuing the practice for 2021. Though, if this year continues on its current trajectory, instead of sipping a glass of wine and reading them, New Years Eve might find me doing vodka shots instead.
I imagine like everyone else, this Covid fatigue is getting to me. I spend most of my time during the day alone, TheHub is in the middle of a project that has extended his hours for while, and I am alone even more.
Though I am able to entertain myself, I have found I do miss his face and talking to him at night. He is putting in 14 hour days and it is wearing on him. He comes in, eats, and falls asleep on the couch until I wake him to go to bed. It is just for few more weeks and we can certainly make it through those weeks, but I wish we didn't have to.
I will be honest and tell you, between unloading boxes and moving stuff from here to there, it was not the most joyful week but there are still bright spots every day. So these were some of the joys for week 8'
Saturday: I got out and drove around, just to see something other than the house and yard. Pandemic entertainment is such a different animal.
Tuesday: I finished watching Call My Agent, nodded off for a few minutes on the couch and dreamed in French. I had no idea what anyone in my dream was saying. It was still a fun whimsical dream!
Thursday: This was a phone call day. Straight out of the chute I talked with Son3. He told me DIL3 is not only feeling much better, but she is slowly regaining her sense of smell. She shoved a slice of ginger under her nose and could slightly smell it, which was leaps and bounds above having no sense of smell or taste. Had a delightful phone call with one of my best friends and then another call with one of my favorite bloggers! What a joy it is to talk with humans and laugh.
Now go about your week and look for joy. It is always out there!