Monday dawns cool and cloudy in suburban Boston. It is 8 AM, and instead of commuting to work, I am sitting in an over-stuffed easy chair, sipping coffee. I’m also watching Quiet Rustle and Felix, our two cats, meander about the room. Sometimes the rascals are on the floor, sometimes leaping from windowsill to windowsill. The two cats make their way around looking for treats or mice or a nice place to nap and I drink my coffee. My wife is also starting her work-at-home day at one of the two computer stations we set up for the crisis, and Quiet Rustle and Felix visit her too. I do not miss for one instant my commute.
Before starting work, I reflect on how very grateful I am another day has dawned and no one in our immediate circle has been directly affected by the virus. We are very fortunate no one we immediately know is sick or in a financial crisis, at least not yet. And that includes us!
And I also reflect on a strange feeling I have. A cautious, building joy that despite the bad weather and pandemic, summer, at least unofficially, is about to bursts out in full bloom!
Copyright 2020 Christopher Donahue