Is it This Easy?
I sit in the relative quiet of what is for me a normal Saturday evening. Tomorrow morning I will get up, go to church as is my custom. When I come home, I will eat lunch with my family and then take the cross-stich I have been working on for far too long, and spend my afternoon at the coffee shop, pulling different shades of embroidery floss through a piece of aida cloth. This is also my custom. On Monday I will probably spend some time writing, composing, and practicing music before heading out to teach in the afternoon, Tuesday will continue that ritual and so on through the rest of the week. This is my custom and has been since before 2020, since before politics and viruses became the first things on everyone's tongue. Life proceeds as usual for me. I can shop at most of the same stores, attend most of the same meetings, if they still meet that is, participate in most of th...