Looking out my Window

Today, the sun shines, the trees still retain their leaves. A few are turning oranges and yellows. But just a few. For the first time in over 18 months I am alone in this house. Hubby, appropriately masked, is in a classroom in the Bronx, panicking over cases of COVID in his school. There are…

A Year And More…Keep Counting

Three Hundred and Ninety-Five Days. So. Far. And no, there isn’t an end in sight. I’m sitting here, at my laptop, using the extra screen to make the words bigger. I’m sipping coffee. I’ve eaten a banana-nut muffin (no, didn’t bake it). I’ve taken the morning meds. The shoulder that got stabbed twice with its…