This whole Covid-19 virus situation is unbelievable. Six months ago, who’d have thought we’d be enduring the confinement and loss of so many activities that were important to us?

Life goes on and at some point, our lives will become “normal.” It’ll be a “new normal.” We all know we’ll never go back to the way things were.

I often wonder how John would handle all the changes. Maybe he’d do better. I am sure we’d do better as a couple. The two of us spent time in the Upper Peninsula where we’d be completely alone. True, it was only days at a time and not weeks extending to months, but we never had a problem being isolated. We did decide that we didn’t want to plan on that kind of life for our retirement years. Here I am faced with it, and I don’t have him to help me through being alone. Sometimes it’s really difficult.

Yes, I love to read. Yes, there are other things I could do alone. But the situation has changed me into a person who accepts boredom. I find myself occupied with online card games and puzzles. I look out the window a lot but I don’t go out.

If it was cooler, I would probably use my patio more but at 90+ degrees, it’s more comfortable inside.

I keep thinking that eventually I’ll go to the pool. The limitations make it undesirable but eventually I hope to go and float around. (I hope to go to the Nantucket Pool but the opening of it has been postponed as they complete some repairs.)

My idea of finding a “guy” to do things with has kinda tanked. I won’t hold my breath looking for a fellow. I will continue to glance through the Our Time possibilities but so far it’s been a dead end.

And businesses are finding the new climate is impossible. One of my favorite restaurants, Sweet Tomatoes, has closed for good. Someone said there’ll be no buffets. I doubt that our Michigan Club parties will endure. Dances are impossible.

I wonder if, with the new “social distancing” requirements, folks will ever get together to have children.