Time has always been elastic. That's why we have expressions such as "time flies when you're having fun" and "a watched pot never boils."
Covid-19 has warped our nature of time more. Since I worked part-time with a sporadic schedule, I probably had the easier time adapting to sheltering at home than many. I also had reasons to go outside with Lola. When Jeff was working from home, I had a feeling of separation of the week from the weekend.
But mostly everything is off-kilter. It's hard for me to believe that it will be October by the end of the week. Despite the string of hot, humid days, I feel that we've somehow missed the summer. I miss art shows, book sales, and concerts.
Even each week seems longer. It seems like months since my last writing class: it was Monday.
Melissa my sister-in-law recently said something along the lines that we only go one place a day rather than going to several different places.
With that idea in mind, here is a summary of my past week.
Monday: writing class
Tuesday: grocery shopping and collage/mixed media class
Wednesday: laundry and virtual suffrage lecture
Thursday: made a double patch of vodka sauce for Jeff's birthday, painter/repairman came over to fix leak in living room ceiling
Friday: miscellaneous cleaning, get dessert for Jeff's birthday, dog park Friday.
Imagine all the other things I might have done.
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