I have been all work, no play since Sunday. I need to take more time to reflect on each day and to get some exercise. There is a bit of irony in today being day 30 of the “break in the clouds”. The number of reported virus cases has increased rapidly in the past couple of days. Storm clouds have rolled in both figuratively and literally.
I do not know what to think. The protests die down, and suddenly the virus is on the rise. Could it be that the protests were the driver of the rise in cases, or could it be that the media needs something to report on, so they are again hyping of the fear the virus? Or, did the state of Texas open too soon, and now we are experiencing the consequences? Could this all just be a matter of timing? I doubt we will ever know.
For me, I am at home alone. I have not left the house since Saturday. I am not sure if I will venture out tomorrow for my usual happy hour with friends and dinner. I miss everyone, but I feel a sense of inner peace at home. Last Friday, the last time that I ventured out, the whole night felt off. I am not comfortable with all of the ambiguous rules of masks and social distancing. I would have rather stayed home and intruded on brother time.
I think that whether I stay home or venture out tomorrow will ultimately depend on the weather. As the introductory paragraph of this post suggest, we have had severe thunderstorms the past couple of days. As I told my boss this morning, when he inquired if we are doing okay, I like bad weather as long as it is not putting anyone in harms way. The boisterous thunder and lighting gave the three kitties and doggie a reason to snuggle up with me last night. I did not get as much sleep as usual, but I feel good.
When I think only about things that I can control, I reflect on today, and I appreciate that I had a great day. We had another successful day at work, delivering complicated projects, and working together as a team. I had the fur kids snuggled up under my desk all day, fighting for the spot closest to me. I discovered that there is a fig tree in my backyard! I love figs. I got an email of pictures from Brainy Bird’s church camp, and either they are brilliant at making kids look like they are having fun in pictures, or the kids are having a blast. Having attended the camp myself for decades, I know the latter to be true.
As I am typing, Storme is whining for his dinner, and another storm is rolling in. The view from my window looks more like dusk than early evening. We have a night of fur kid snuggles ahead as we stay in from the storm. As far as the figurative storm goes, we are not even to the eye of the storm yet. All that I can do is focus on the positive and pray.