Two steps forward and how many back? I am feeling that way today as the girls and I approach our day 14 only to tack seven more days on to accommodate Burton, Megan and Cody. For the most part we are doing just fine. We are staying busy enjoying summer on the Walton Lake Road. We have been careful to stay away from people. We are partaking of daily swims but only jump in the lake when no one else is there. We have had a couple of visitors keeping their distance and making their stops brief. We had a kind friend drop off Chinese Food to us. Caleb and Jenna have gone to the store for us. Louisa and Roxanne have shopped for specially requested items.We did a self isolation pick up from Fullerton’s market. A friend and her daughter did a Costco run for us this morning. Telephone calls and texting check ins have taken place. We are good. We are well and we are fine. But part of me wants so desperately to return to what in the last few months has become our new normal. I want to go to Reid’s Point Pub. I want to visit friends. I want to go for an ice cream cone or sit on a beach with other people. This too will end! I know that but I can’t help feeling a little trapped, a bit of cabin fever. We have not visited with Aunt Louisa for goodness sake and that doesn’t seem natural. The kids haven’t seen
their cousins. We are so blessed with space, food to eat and each other. Before we know it these days will be a thing of the past. Today I hold on to that hope and dream of brighter days ahead.