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.
I just dropped in to say Happy New Year. And to chat about nothing much, really. It’s amazing how lovely it is to chat about nothing much.
Memories of pre-pandemic days. And hopes for the post-COVID world. A guest post from D.A. Wolf of the blog Daily Plate of Crazy.
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