144th Day of March in Covid Time.
Heading out on my hike early early this morning – the sun is glinting off the neighborhood’s only glass building. Once upon a time, the neighborhood had delusions of urbanization and even a Metro stop. It didn’t happen. Heck, it couldn’t even get a streetcar. Before I moved here, I had a real moral dilemma with the streetcar. It would have benefited my carless self. But would have screwed all the people who lived in modest apartment buildings along the way greatly. So, we right thinking Arlingtonians got the streetcar stopped. Which served the greater good. Just not mine.
Loved watching all these shiny red dump trucks all day. How can they be so very shiny and clean? For goodness sake, they are dump trucks.
A good new normal day for me. Did some work for my hospital. Zoom Yoga at noon. A good walk early. The afternoon was reading and a fine nap. Zoom with my Asylum friends at 5:30. And, that is really what I would have done on any given day back Before Covid. I would have gotten my walking in going to the hospital. I would have done yoga at the hospital. Since it was really hot, I may have Ubered home. Then I would have read and napped and eaten dinner with the friends that I just Zoomed with this evening.
Gratitude
This strange new world both Covid-19 and our frightful government are hard on my old soul. So, I am really grateful for any good new normal day that happens.
A little chill in the air this afternoon.
Mālama pono