Oh brother...Here we go again. Another lockdown, ending 2020 and beginning 2021. News reports say this pandemic and repercussions should continue for most of the next year.
So, this is my poor-me rant which I dare not say aloud, because I know that I am much luckier than most people. I have a pension, therefore a steady income. I have family and friends, and a faith that sustains me. But I can still feel the following:
Loss. So much loss: my mobility, my dog, my grandkids across a closed border, my part-time job at the Shoe Store, my worship leading schedule that has been greatly reduced, being a member on the board of Camp McDougall, holiday celebrations, my real-life book clubs, in-person meetings with ADK.
It's not the war. It's not a holocaust. It's not the Great Depression. But it is my own mini-depression...walking with difficulty, no dog to pet, my husband's endless negative and critical statements about the world, plans that keep needing tweaks, news that keeps presenting negative news (a mutation of the virus!!!)
About that sustaining faith...there are ebbs and flows...occasional dips. I guess that just makes me ordinary.
