I realize I promised a story about my road trip, but it was long ago and is no longer relevant. Honestly, the times we live in now make it increasingly difficult to want to function. Writing can offer escape, but it isn’t enough.

We all make choices every day. That is a given, and as adults, we make the best decisions possible with the information we have. The time we’re living through now is not normal. There’s nothing normal about it. Our Civil Rights are being endangered on a daily basis by our political system. No names. The system is broken for more than half the people living in the United States. The rest are racists, bigots, and ignorant.

What the Pandemic looks like for me is living in almost complete isolation. There’s me, my husband and the dog, living in our little house. We are a fortified island. Nobody enters unless necessary and then wearing a mask.

It’s bad to be old, feeling you have no future. Staring into year after year after year of uselessness. No wonder I choose to watch streaming media most of my day. Wouldn’t you?