Isolation and overthinking
And with the receipt of one short message, this whole pandemic just became real. An elderly relative, living in a long-term care facility in Toronto, has tested positive for COVID-19 with symptoms. I don’t know how this will play out, given age and general health.
I don’t mind that I’ve been isolated for weeks. In large measure, that’s been my choice. My community involvement has shrunk to zero, but I figure it will all snap back to normal in a few months. It might not.
Mustn’t allow myself to overthink things. I don’t hold any cards in the game, really. I’ll continue to meet my financial obligations, and food is still easy to come by. It’s not like I’m in want. Still, when one of the kids sent up a hurrah on seeing that our snow was gone, and mentioned that all we needed now was for the bridge to “open”, it hit me. Right now, I’m as cut off from family as if I had sailed across an ocean, in search of a better life. You know, like my ancestors. Except… I didn’t cross the gangplank, or watch the ocean for days on end. Isolation has side-effects.
And so I continue to distract myself by reading spec sheets and watching (for me) educational videos. Learning, in times when it doesn’t really matter. Who know? Maybe I will finally do something really irrational: practice music, or do a biological survey of the property. I’ve got the time.
I did make bread, today. That’s something positive, without medical implications.
