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Sunday, August 01, 2021

Sunday Thots

 No laundry today. The benefits of living in an apartment building with a large laundry room that is open twenty-four hours means being able to do a bunch of laundry early and all at once—which is my preference. I have had my own washer/dryer and never liked having to keep doing laundry constantly or dealing with whatever repairs were needed when it broke down.

 Charles is making our breakfast bacon and we are listening to the recently released album, The Devil’s Share by writer, Steven Heighton. I’m enjoying it. Makes me think it would be fun to do an album of Canadian writer musicians. Ottawa has a large share of those. Another idea for the list.

 I enjoyed a coffee chat with a friend on a patio recently, my first since the Before Times. I am gently and slowly coming out of isolation, but one step forward and one step back seems to be my method. After hearing that the CDC in the States has found that both vaccinated and unvaccinated people can transmit the Delta variant, I am not in any hurry to move into full scale group gatherings or to be around those with kids, who are unvaccinated and therefore vulnerable. I will continue to mask up in indoor public settings and practice physical distancing etc. The fourth wave is likely coming this autumn.

 I am confused by those who are attending group gatherings, visiting the elderly and the young or planning in person large events this year. None of that makes sense to me at all. I was in ICU with respiratory failure. I feel panic at the very thought of the loosening of restrictions meant to protect people from that experience, from death. I have to repeat over and over again my version of the Alcoholics Anonymous prayer as a mantra: allow me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference.

 I am working on the Welcome to Upper Zygonia manuscript, thinking about utopias and dystopias.

 It’s the third day of a four-day-weekend for Charles and me. I’m adoring our cocooning and focus on the small things that bring comfort. We spend a lot of time cuddled up in bed, watching some tv show or movie and just being close. That’s what I need now, not any kind of group gathering or loud outdoor brouhaha. We have our time together, I do my work, I interact with dear friends, that’s all I want.

 Now we are listening to Leanne Betasamosake Simpson’s the Theory of Ice, exactly what I need on a rainy and peaceful day. I hope you are finding peace and joy somehow.


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