It is no longer 2020. I’m sure the new year will bring its own challenges, but I’ve made some good strides towards effective coping.
New Year’s Eve, I was able to spend a couple hours conversing with my good friend, Reverend Captain. He’s both a reverend and a captain. He seems to understand and at least respect where I’m coming from, so it was nice to spend time with him. We masked up and just relaxed and chatted over healthy snacks and a bottle of bubbly rosé.
I was home early enough to watch the new episode of Star Trek and get a good night’s sleep.
Today, I wished all the dogs and birds Happy New Year with an early and hearty breakfast. I meant to do some sewing, but the workbench was overfull from unpacking boxes, so I spent the day sorting and cleaning instead. The workbench is ready for work now at least, so that is some progress. I did email some neighbors about doing their recycling runs for them. Haven’t heard back yet.
I jumped a bit of rope. I learned, however awkwardly, a single Irish Dance step. It’s like a skip and a hop with a toe pointed forward. I also took a nap.
I learned that one of my awesome crew members is sliding backwards with COVID. It’s heartbreaking to see, and I sure hope they get in to a doctor soon. People here are stubborn and skeptical about medicine, and sometimes the costs to health are significant.
This evening, I think I will settle into a book. I’ve got an impulse towards some fiction tonight, methinks.
Happy New Year, World. I’ll do my best to help.