Learning to cope with retirement helped me develop skills to cope with the pandemic. Including perfecting the art of just sitting around.
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.
We’re in for a hard winter this year. Not in the old way. Not because the temperature will drop to -30° C. But in a new way because of COVID.
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.
2020 has been one heck of a year. A difficult year. One big teachable moment, in my opinion. And it’s not over yet.
We are deep into fall now, and I am counting my blessings. Remembering what an unexpectedly wonderful summer I had, despite the pandemic.
The past few months I’ve felt as if I’ve been drifting in a fog of time. Is that what living during the pandemic has been like for you?
We’re in stage three of reopening in Ottawa. But the road from lock-down to reopening has not been entirely smooth. There are lots of bumps, my friends..
During these desperate hair times, I have resorted to desperate hair measures. I gave myself a Covid hair cut. Yes I did!
I had a wobbly weekend, my friends. Felt a bit of isolation anxiety. But like those toys from the seventies, I wobbled, but I didn’t fall down.
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