It’s Saturday night,
and I’m in.
I’m usually in, on a Saturday.
I saw friends and family today,
in little boxes on the computer –
it’s so much better than nothing.
I keep watching something
or reading something,
And then I think ‘oh, yes.
We’re in the middle of a pandemic.
The last one was about a hundred years ago.’
I’m not even following the news much,
it feels irresponsible, but I just can’t
listen to the same story, but with bigger numbers, every day.
And I think, ‘I’m not
doing anything. Do I have anything
to write about?
There are stories out there
that are much more pertinent,
than a person who sat at home on Zoom during the pandemic, and found it quite difficult to write her weekly blog, all of a sudden,
but was basically fine.