Quarantine Day 34

Silence.

The Boy is off with his dad. My parents are in their respective rooms. Dad has his "ears" on. And all is quiet. Not a sniffle. Not a cough. Nothing. Just the permeating silence that hangs over our days lately. I can't get past it. It makes me want to get up and blast some music or take a nap. I could definitely nap. Unfortunately, work. But also, thank God, work.

There are so many things that need to be done that can be, because of this virus. I was reading about the Black Plague and the Spanish Flu. Those epidemics caused complete and total changes in society after it was all over. I wonder how things will change for us?

Will we see more homeschooling? More working from home? I'm not sure. All I'm sure about is I've started to write again. I'll be sharing some of it with you. Be warned. It's all copyrighted.

The Boy is hating life in this room. In this house. I really want him to enjoy his summer but I'm afraid even that is a no go. Does CV19 live in chlorine? Who knows. I'm leaning on God and my own wiles to keep me sane.

What are you doing to keep your sanity? To keep your brain busy? I may start actually buying books rather than getting them on Kindle Unlimited. Which is legitimately the best book service ever if you read fast like I do.

Maybe I'll post again today if something happens. Maybe I won't.

Be well. Stay safe. Stay home. Wash your hands.

~k~

Love.

The biggest joke of all.

Love. The Cinderella story before the fall.

Let him woo you, smile and laugh,

There’s really nothing wrong with that.

But guard your heart and guard it well,

Don’t let him see the damaged shell,

Enjoy the hugs while they last,

Because sugar dissolves way too fast

When the cracks start to show

The throbbing in your chest is on the go

Draw your walls up and do it quick

When he leaves the emptiness will make you sick.

If you keep a watchful eye,

You’ll see the signs as they pass by.

The biggest joke of all, you see,

Is you’re the reason love doesn’t exist for me.

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