May 20, 2020 It's confounding how the most ordinary things have become complicated. A misplaced box of screws for a home improvement project means a trip to the store and that means masks, worries about surfaces, and general stress. On top of all that, the elastic on the mask tugs on my hearing aids and… Continue reading A pandemic diary: Tell me something
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A pandemic diary: Being here
May 17, 2020 Saturday I attended an online meeting of the Atlanta Writers Club, an organization that predates the last pandemic and is rolling with the punches during this one. Sadly, another much-loved Atlanta event has gone dark: a monthly jam session for singers, including my wife. A bandstand plus a roomful of vocalists and… Continue reading A pandemic diary: Being here
A pandemic diary: Two months in
May 13, 2020 Not much new to report. I'm still healthy, indoors, grateful, and paranoid. I'm not spending quite as much time lying awake, worrying about exactly what I touched and when I washed my hands. However, an approaching human without a mask gets my pulse and my dander up something fierce. I deeply miss… Continue reading A pandemic diary: Two months in
When the ordinary is plenty
Long before the pandemic, those of us who live with chronic conditions knew that normalcy is precious. It’s easy to take for granted, yet fragile – and once lost, it can be very, very hard to get back. I've had to learn that lesson all over again, but also rediscovered another truth: There’s always hope.… Continue reading When the ordinary is plenty
A pandemic diary: Notes from the bullseye
April 30, 2020 Another grocery pickup today. We found toilet paper with no trouble but didn't get all the meat we ordered, which is ominous in light of all the recent warnings about shortages. We at least came away with two big fresh whole chickens. Even they might be in short supply in Georgia soon.… Continue reading A pandemic diary: Notes from the bullseye
A pandemic diary: A wild weekend!
April 20, 2020 Have I got plans for THIS weekend! Friday I'm finally going to get that Hell's Angels tattoo I've always wanted -- and afterward, once my shoulder stops hurting, I'll hit the bowling alley. Saturday it's time for a long-overdue haircut, followed by a massage to work the stress of the last several… Continue reading A pandemic diary: A wild weekend!