Weirdly good...

I was thinking earlier today about where we all were six years ago.

The lockdown was in effect. I remember doing curbside pick up at Jo-Ann's. Spending a ton of time on my own with my cat, Penny. Nights spent writing. Days spent making puppets. Or watching movies to help pass time. I remember the first few weeks it was raining and gloomy a lot, which added to the feelings of dread.

And I felt weirdly good. Weirdly alive. But also alone. 

And in some weird way it was OK.  I knew it would end and "normal" would return. But then, what is even normal? 

A new normal for every aspect of life happened. 

Be good to each other. And as Lenny says: "Let love rule."