The monotony of the lockdown life…
I find myself waking-up again. Making coffee again. Time to set the table again. Time for bed again.
Mostly I find myself standing in front of the pantry cupboard, staring at the same shelves. The same snacks. I say, “I’m ready for this pandemic to be over.”
And James says, “You always say that.”
And I say, “Well I’m always thinking it.”