Apparently, the Coronavirus saw it’s shadow and there’s six to twelve more weeks of isolation ahead. That will take us nearly to Groundhog Day. I’m getting used to wearing a mask now and staying away from others. It’s difficult to be friendly through muffled conversation and hidden smiles. I’ve also adapted to carryout dining, staying home, and living with day-to-day boredom. I would have thought that scientists would have this bug under control by now, but there appears no end in sight. I’m fortunate that my life isn’t further complicated by work and child care. 

Today’s activities will include a call to my sister, a new episode of Fargo, NFL football, and more tedious genealogy work on my family tree. Hopefully, construction will begin on our new house but we’ve yet to be assigned a project manager. I might do some laundry to add to the excitement. I’ll definitely put another case of water bottles in the refrigerator. It’s hard to tell that it’s another Monday, as one day bleeds into another without much change in the routine. 

The Bears won again, the Colts rallied from behind, the Timbers allowed a tying goal in extended play, and the Dodgers made it back to the World Series. The games go on while the fans stay home. It was Brady vs. Favre, as if nothing has changed. I sat at my desk all day with an eye on the games, adding hundreds of dead relatives to the Jerry Banister Family Tree on I walked our schnauzer Tally three times and carried in some groceries. The next thing I knew, another week was starting.