Updated: Apr 27, 2020
Post Revised 4/27/20
OK, I admit it. I've totally lost track of time. Yesterday I wrote about it being my fortieth day of isolation. In reality, it was my forty-second day. Somewhere along the way, I repeated the same day two times. Not actually the same day, but the same number. I'm not going to blame it on being age seventy-five, because right now, days do seem to melt into each other for most of us. I'm just keeping track of my days in isolation, for a record of this crazy time, in my life. I've been through a lot of things in my up to now, but this, without a doubt, is the weirdest.
For me, I am going to really work hard today, to think about how I can help myself and others. I intend to continue, to live my life as the positive, glass half-full, seventy-five year-old person. I can just pray for our country and the world, as well as my friends and family. I can be, and am, so very thankful, that I have been given seventy-five years of good physical and mental health. Even if I don't know the next number in my days of seclusion.
Be safe and remember that this will not last forever.
I have revised this post and removed anything political. This is to be a healing blog for you, and myself as well. I do not want to sully my posts, hearing from angry people. I am ,human, and once in a while I fall short. I am sorry, if I have angered anyone with this post, as it was previously written. We are all entitled to our opinions but this is not the venue for political conversation. Thank you