Today was generally a nice day – pleasant, sweet, comforting really.
To be honest, it has left me unnerved and apprehensive, as if this one lovely day is a parting gift before disaster strikes.
The last time I felt this was during multiple trips to Eat’n Park in early January through mid-March. I had this recurring forboding that our simple ritual and reliance upon this family restaurant was threatened. As the pandemic news spread, I saw the writing on the wall and knew we would not be back for a long time.
And it has proven to be true that we have not dined in a restaurant since mid-March. Lots of takeout, now even more limited to delivery only. Will that protect us?
I may be maudlin because I made blueberry waffles this morning. The taste was reminiscent of Eat’n Park.
A friend of mine tested positive. They requested privacy, but they admitted how tired they feel .This scares me.
I know we’ll see a spike in numbers post-Christmas. I hope that will be the end of holidays trumping good sense, but if hospitals begin to break down, what will that look like?
This uneasy feeling could just be fear and anxiety, or it could be my intuition. We are as prepared as possible to be positive – we have a plan, we have health insurance, we can both be “off” duties for the duration. Given our relative seclusion, it is more likely that someone we love will test positive. And that will be heartbreaking. I try not to think about it, but being prepared is important.
My Christmas wish is that next year we will have our usual Christmas Eve breakfast at Eat’n Park.
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