Tuesday is the busiest day of my week. And today was no exception. Fortunately, work went very smoothly. That always worries me.
We continue creeping back to “normal” here at The Asylum. March 22, the day that I get back from Charleston, is supposed to be the first day of more “normal” food service. Meaning we will go through a cafeteria line and get a green box of food to eat in our apartments. We will be assigned a 15-minute window when we are supposed to go down to get our food.
I plan to feed myself. I can do that. The transition to “normal dining” will be total chaos. I don’t do chaos anymore.
But, today I filled out my last order for “room service”. Hopefully, this chapter will be closed forever.
We really need to get back to “normal”. For the first time since early December, people are able to visit their family members in assisted living and nursing care. If they have a covid test. 80 people called to arrange for a visit. I have seen people coming in from the grocery store looking like little kids at Xmas. We old people lost a year. Just like the rest of you. But these years are really important when you can see the end of the road. I figure that at this time last year I had 4 years left. Well, I lost ΒΌ of my remaining life to Covid. Now, I figure I have 3 years. It’s not bad. It just is. And, I didn’t lose my life to Covid. YET.