Some days I feel like I am holding my breath.
Some days I breathe easy.
Some days I don't want to answer my phone.
Some days I don't want to look at my email or texts.
Some days I avoid the news.
Some days I just want to watch the birds at my feeders.
Some days I am grateful for Zoom, Skype, FaceTime.
Some days I wish they had never been invented.
Some days I walk with a friend.
Some days I walk by myself.
Some days I get lost in a book or a jigsaw puzzle.
Some days I write.
Some days I knit.
Some days I can't settle to anything.
Some days I try to do some good.
Some days I can't think what that could look like.
Some days I know that my cup runneth over.
Some days I can't feel it.
Some days I am grateful.
Some days I pray for those who suffer in body, mind, or spirit.
Some days I remember that is everyone.
Some days I want to weep.
Some days I want to sing.
Some days I wish I were a frontline worker doing some good.
Some days I am (selfishly) glad I am not.
Some days I grieve for those who have died.
Some days I rejoice to still be here.
Every day I wait to see what will come next.
