This past Thursday and Friday were two of those days. Thursday I made myself get outside for a little walk, but I felt the weight of what being sedentary for four weeks has done to my body. Again on Saturday I felt the same way.
Sunday I woke up with a renewed desire to move forward. I cut my own hair, took my shower, painted my toenails for sandal weather, put on a little makeup for the first time in four weeks, made deviled eggs like I always do for Easter (even though I am the only one here to eat them) and ate breakfast. This was all before 9 o'clock.
My daughter sent me pictures of Tessa and Sidney (Jack Henry refused to get out of bed) doing their Easter morning thing, and later a video of Tessa on a sugar and blowing bubble high. In the afternoon they facetimed me. I really appreciate all of that.
It made me feel a little closer to them, and yet I felt weighted down by the fact that they are only on the other side of the city. So close and yet so far away.
I know that there are millions of people who are feeling the weight of being alone and of being lonely. It is starting to take its toll on so many of us.
I am grateful that neither I or anyone in my family has been ill with the coronavirus, that we personally have not suffered any deaths, but each day my heart breaks when I hear the new numbers of the sick and dying.
It all contributes to a bit of melancholy creeping in from time to time, and it is important to acknowledge our feelings. It helps to know that we are not alone. We are all in this together.