Realities

New realities . . . .

Talking with Dean this week, on the parking lot, we were at opposite ends of our vehicles. No masks, but plenty of distance, even outdoors. The agreement was unspoken, but real. Stay far away.

Throwing masks in the dirty clothes basket. It’s just a habit now. And instead of just throwing everything from the washer into the dryer, I now sort through to find the masks so they can air-dry.

Meal prep, now that I’m back at the office five days a week, is more of a chore. I’m cooking more on weekends, as I did pre-COVID. This is fine, but after more than a year at home, it’s an adjustment.

Hot flashes. They’re real. For the last few months, I’ve had at least one a day. My housekeeper and I were having conversation about this just this last week!