I’m taking a week off from blogging, friends. I really need a week to get organized. Get my house in order. Literally and figuratively.
Learning to cope with retirement helped me develop skills to cope with the pandemic. Including perfecting the art of just sitting around.
We get knocked down, but we can get up again. Hopefully. With lots of love and support. And guts and determination. And a great sense of humour.
My pandemic diary for week 52. Can you believe it’s been almost a full year since we started this social isolation thing?
I look to my Hubby for lessons in surviving winter. Ski, eat, read, repeat is his mantra. He is an inspiration. And I try hard to keep up.
During a long winter, in the middle of a lock-down, after a year of pandemic, we are so ready for a pub night. Even if it is imaginary.
My January vlog is finished, my friends. In January, Hubby and I did some skiing, some walking, and a lot of cooking and eating. Enjoy.
I’m trying to muddle through a never-ending winter in a lockdown during a pandemic by doing just ONE productive thing each day.
What does aging gracefully actually mean? And what does it have to do with the pandemic, and the long weeks and months of lockdown?
I’m writing about COVID angst, being bundled up, and my inauguration outfit today. And amazingly those topics are all related.
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