So my mini “corona chronicles” rant didn’t get too far. I reckon most of us are hearing too much about the shit. We’re all living it now, so ranting seems frivolous.
I’ve spent the last two weeks in regular contact with my New York City people and continue to connect with them daily. What happened is a disgrace, dooming and glooming over it here won’t help me or anyone else. I can only imagine what one of my favourite boyfriends from Italy must be going through.
It’s completely ironic that prior to the world having to jump into quarantine mode I had already isolated myself. Rather than let global chaos infringe on us by what I believe is a manmade virus and product of biological warfare; I travelled north to the Sunshine Coast to pick up the newest addition to my family.
His name is Pascal in honour of Easter approaching. He was originally coming home on Good Friday, but since no one is really supposed to be on the roads, I picked him up a week early and was back to my quarters by 10am.
In addition to introducing Pascal to the puppies, I’ve been spending a lot of time in my garden. Passion fruit are going crazy and I’ve finally started a little veggie patch.
I don’t plan on being in this house any longer than 12 months (that would be commitment for these gypsy toes); so I’m making a point to enjoy my lovely yard and beautiful lawn in the meantime.
I hope you’re all safe. I suggest staying inside. Perhaps, consider taking up writing for the next few months… it’s always seemed to work for me.