On March 8th, I woke up in the middle of the night as I usually do and noticed the time was 1:53 AM. I decided to stay awake (like I had a choice in that matter) and see what it looks like when the time changes for Daylight Savings. I watched it go to 1:55 then closed my eyes. When I opened them again, it was 1:59 so I waited. I focused on not closing my eyes again. Next thing I knew, I saw 3:00. The hour was completely gone and with no celebration. It mirrored my life.Continue reading “Base: A 2020 COVID Repost. Day 412.”
No Joy. Day 393.
When one tests negative after COVID, it does not mean the fun is over. Trust me. It’s known for lingering beyond its non-existent welcome, as we all are aware, and I’m seeing it firsthand.Continue reading “No Joy. Day 393.”
That Stinks! Day 390.
After I pour my first hot cup of Cafe Bustello in the morning, I hold the mug with both hands, close my eyes, and inhale the bold bitter scent. I tried that this morning and felt the warm steam hit my face, but no smell of coffee. I tried again. Nothing.Continue reading “That Stinks! Day 390.”