Yesterday I got up early after only four hours of sleep. My sleeping patterns are very strange. Some nights I sleep eight hours and some nights I am lucky to get four. I have tried to figure out if there is something I am doing that makes a difference, but so far I have no idea. Maybe just aging.
I did wake up to hear that I have a new great nephew. It is my younger sister's first grandchild and it coincided with my two sisters moving to Colorado that day so that my sister can be nanny to the baby. My niece is a veterinarian eye surgeon so she stays busy, and she wanted my sister to care for the baby.
I hope that the baby will be quarantined for at least two weeks, because as much as I know my two sisters and my other niece who drove them from Arizona want to hold that baby, I am sure they were exposed to a lot on the way up.
Yesterday my garden center reopened and as I had to make a return from earlier in the week, I had to go inside. It was the first time I had entered a store in seven weeks.
It felt kind of surreal, but the store was adhering to social distancing guidelines. They were only allowing a certain number of people in the store, all of the employees were wearing masks, there were shields at checkout, the customers were all wearing masks, and they had marked the places six feet apart to stand at checkout.
I was able to get the basil plant I wanted, but even with all of the precautions I felt uneasy and didn't linger for long the way I normally do there.
After I got back to my apartment I realized that one of my two newly planted cucumbers was dead. That will mean another trip back to the garden center for a replacement.
We still have so many covid-19 cases in Atlanta, and although a lot of businesses have been allowed to reopen many residents are still staying home. I know I don't want to see a big resurgence of new cases.
Life goes on. It's a bit different, but I am trying hard to find joy in each day.