Lost In Time.

 Between The Holidays.

The most divine part of being on holiday is when one wakes up and literally doesn't know what day of the week it is. Marvelous. Magic and often surprising. Suddenly what one thinks of as a Sunday turns into a Saturday and thus an extra day garnered.

Bob and I have so far had a wonderful time at home. His leave seems endless and deservedly so. The days keep rolling by and often the most effort exerted was to decide which book to read, what program to watch or what food to snack on. No pressure to get dressed in anything but comfortable lounge wear.

Now and again we have to get dressed up for town but even that is not such a hassle due to corona and not lingering longer than necessary. Since the start of corona most people, rightfully so, keep to themselves and keep their head down. Hard to recognize anyone with the mask in any case. 

After almost two years of this pandemic attitudes and habits are starting to shift. Whereas home was often a base between travel, work and going out, now it has become what it should be..a home. Staying in is the new going out. Cooking the hobby of the day and skype-ing the new visiting.

Letting go of keeping time is one of life's therapies. Most of us are tethered to a clock and schedule of sorts and never get more than a glimpse of life beyond it at weekends. Finding joy in staying home and whiling the time away with what we love is priceless. Long may it last.

Biggi