I woke up to a blizzard this morning. After it stopped around eleven this morning, we had more than 20 cm of snow [more than 8″] laying on the ground. The two of us soon got to work shovelling the snow to allow access to our front door, as well as to clean off the back deck and pathways in the backyard, including a jogging path around the inner edges of the yard which we use as part of our daily exercise routine. Yes, we have brought the idea of exercising back to Canada with us. As I see it, it might be two or more weeks before we can use the country roads and lanes for our daily exercise.
So far, it has been a good three or more weeks of social isolation for us. I have to admit that it gets to a person after a while, even for an introvert such as myself. Last night was not a good night for sleep. There were too many scattered thoughts swirling around, many of them not of the positive and hopeful variety.
As I write this post this afternoon, the mood still hasn’t lifted. Strangely, the exercise of shovelling didn’t seem to work its usual magic. Perhaps it is the lack of sunshine, perhaps not. Now, my mood could have had something to do with watching the movie called, Contagion which we watched yesterday evening. Add wine into the mix and it became a recipe for normally silent stuff to find its way into one’s thoughts. I have a strong suspicion that I won’t be mixing wine with another pandemic movie any time soon.
Thankfully, the news is quiet today. It’s the weekend and even nasty trolls and bots need to rest up before they return to their dastardly work of creating chaos and confusion. It’s time for some tea and a return to a writing project. Be well, be safe, and stay the f*ck at home [oops, my attitude slipped out again].