by Shannon Amaadar
(04 April 2020 - Quarantine diary)
The days are slipping into each other. After more than 2 weeks in the house, I’m beginning to slide into a routine. Not a good one, but it calms the anxious thoughts. It adds some certainty to the uncertain time we're facing.
Wake up, eat breakfast. Then it’s time for my online course, so I feel that I’m accomplishing something. Next it’s time to watch some videos about how other countries are dealing with the pandemic and answer some messages I’ve been ignoring.
Now it’s time for the day’s big event. I get showered and dressed and make out the list of things that I need at the shop. It’s a short walk, but it refreshes my mind and reminds me that the world is still out there.
Often, when I return to the building complex, I sit in the community playground. The kids have all gone, but I can hear their mothers through the kitchen windows cooking lunch and gossiping.
I see the same men walk past me every day. They walk past me slowly, as thankful to feel the sun as I am, even for just a moment. Five minutes later they return, bag in hand. It seems the neighbours have their routine as well, as if we are all living the same day over and over again.
I think about how things were, and the invitations I turned down. How many times I didn’t go to the beach, or the new cafe I didn’t have time to try.
I wait for something different, something new, but it’s Groundhog Day. What day is it? What month are we in? 30 days has September, April, June, and November...
Is it time to go home? What will we do tomorrow? I think a trip to the zoo is in order, something to break the routine. Yes, let’s take a vacation; we all could use a day out.
What time is it? 8am, check Facebook then time for breakfast. Next is my online course, I want to feel like I’m accomplishing something. I wonder what America is doing about the pandemic now? What time is it? I should get in the shower.
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