Written on 8-3-2020.
It’s a Monday in summer at the Swope household, and we have our son, James, with us. It’s wonderful! It’s a half-off day at Durango Joe’s, so I bought two coffees this morning, one for him and one for me. It’s a bit reminiscent of when Matt and Danielle were with us at the beginning of the coronavirus, but now we are in our sixth month of it. I went to the store this afternoon, and I wore my mask. I felt a little stifled by the end. I bought three meals worth of groceries, the most I have had to buy since this all started, and I just wanted OUT of there by the end. It’s just no fun, and I am sick of it. I know we have months and months to go still, though.
After a shower, however, I feel refreshed, and I realize again that it’s (the pandemic) also a gift. How often do we have time to do the things we want to do, to really focus on them. Not often. I have worked out consistently lately. I run on our treadmill for fifteen minutes every day except Sundays, and I am covered in sweat by the end. I sweat so much, because I set the incline to three or above, and the uphill really challenges me. Oh, and it is hotter, too.
What I want to say is that I hope to...