Thanks for joining me!
Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton
It was eighty four degrees beneath the oak in the front yard. I literally saw the plants wilting. The aloes were a frightening brown. The looked cooked. Florida was always nice and toasty, but since the emergency orders had come down the pipe, we could do nothing about it. There was to be no beaches, no swimming pools and no traveling. I was melting in sweat.
I moved the expedition indoors. I saw the cats. They were both lolling about. The orange tabby was trying to catch his breath while the silky grey was drinking water and walking in front of the fan. When would this be over so we could finally go get a new air conditioner?
Soon, I began. I was going to stop moaning and groaning as if that would help. I got out the piano keyboard and started to play. I wasn’t very good, but that wasn’t the point. Soon, I was singing. I sounded like one of the cats. Big deal. My fiance was smiling and we were happy.
Today had been Sunday. It had been the best Sunday ever because we had felt right. His back had not acted up and my emotional disorder had been stable. We’d watched Mass on YouTube since even those gatherings had been prohibited. The priest had stirred me up to a loud Amen when he had said to let go of our fear.
There was all of this fear since St. Patrick’s Day. Of course! People were dying of a mysterious virus that supposedly came from a bat. I wasn’t afraid to die, just afraid to leave people behind.