rocket seeds

Well, this evening I’ve reached the end of my first month in quarantine, 28 days, 4 weeks. It seems peaceful. I love my house a lot more than I did, which was a lot. Happy to have the two of us here and not to be alone, though we are both introverts and have to use the bath tub as our second office so we can spend some time apart and keep well. He wears headphones and sings and it makes me laugh for joy. I feel grounded and sane and interested in life. Have worked my way through a foot-high stack of Seventies romance novels and embarked on some real reading. I don’t know about you but I am trying to prepare for ten months of this so if it turns out to be less, that will come as a glorious surprise. And: we are making rocket fuel. Today my first rocket seeds sprouted in the windowsill and I would just love to have a garden.

I wonder when I’ll ever see the seaside, or my mother, who is eighty-two so that may be just never. Hope everyone is keeping well and if you would like to share your quarantine story, I will listen. Good night.