Two Months Later

Well, the world hasn’t healed and my foot hasn’t healed.

I have been working at home for years, so the complete shutdown of the universe hasn’t really affected me. In a way, it’s a bit of a gyp – I get to just go to work like normal as people around me stay home, bitch and day drink. Of course, they’re also trying to figure out unemployment.

I’m hopeful that the insanity will end soon, but I’m not hopeful. I would like to get out again. I would really like to travel – we’ve had three trips canceled so far, and there’s a couple I’m concerned about.

You’d think by not traveling, we would have saved money, but the delivery fees for everything have pretty much absorbed a bunch of it.

I still want a refund on the year. We didn’t make our anniversary cruise (broken foot and ankle), we didn’t make my 60th birthday trip (quarantine) and we’re not going to see the grandkids (more quarantine.)

I didn’t get to do anything for my 60th birthday. So, 65 better be a big deal.