Quarantine, Day Five
My Darling Love,
Our fifth day of isolation is upon us, and I must admit that the days are beginning to blend together. Were it not for my calendar dictating my remote schedule for employment, I may forget which day it is all together. I mark time by slow passing minutes, now, and each one feels as if it is a day in itself. I find myself wondering what should happen when we run out of content to amuse us or, heaven forbid, reach the end of the internet. Today was most challenging, as the weather chose to reflect my own emotions in such a way that I was led to ponder whether I was controlling it all together. The rain that fell outside our windows made me, briefly, grateful that we were boxed within these walls for an undisclosed amount of time. Then I was reminded that the only opportunity we have had to leave this confinement has been the daily trek we make with our canine companions across the vast planes of suburbia, and now nature is denying us even that small luxury.
Our progeny, while not faring well during this confinement when we consider her ability to amuse herself, appears to have grown accustomed to our continuous presence. That said, I believe she is craving the attention of others. I, too, am craving the relief of others giving her attention as she is relentless in her quest for amusement and snacks. Today I found myself grateful for the blessings of Lord Zuckerberg and his application's ability to perform video discussion across vast distances. I thrust her thirst for attention upon the shoulders of her grandparents through the portal provided by our advanced technology. This allowed her to flow her waterfall of speech onto the ears of another for a blissful quarter of an hour.
As yet another rotation of the Earth comes to a close, I find myself wondering how many more lie ahead, and when we will reach the point where the path behind is longer than the one before us. I also wonder how we shall fill our time as a new day approaches. Until then, I shall think of you fondly and long for the moment when you make your arduous journey from the basement to the second floor, to the comforting glow of our bedroom and the peace of sleep. I remain your devoted wife.
Rebecca S. Berry
Our fifth day of isolation is upon us, and I must admit that the days are beginning to blend together. Were it not for my calendar dictating my remote schedule for employment, I may forget which day it is all together. I mark time by slow passing minutes, now, and each one feels as if it is a day in itself. I find myself wondering what should happen when we run out of content to amuse us or, heaven forbid, reach the end of the internet. Today was most challenging, as the weather chose to reflect my own emotions in such a way that I was led to ponder whether I was controlling it all together. The rain that fell outside our windows made me, briefly, grateful that we were boxed within these walls for an undisclosed amount of time. Then I was reminded that the only opportunity we have had to leave this confinement has been the daily trek we make with our canine companions across the vast planes of suburbia, and now nature is denying us even that small luxury.
Our progeny, while not faring well during this confinement when we consider her ability to amuse herself, appears to have grown accustomed to our continuous presence. That said, I believe she is craving the attention of others. I, too, am craving the relief of others giving her attention as she is relentless in her quest for amusement and snacks. Today I found myself grateful for the blessings of Lord Zuckerberg and his application's ability to perform video discussion across vast distances. I thrust her thirst for attention upon the shoulders of her grandparents through the portal provided by our advanced technology. This allowed her to flow her waterfall of speech onto the ears of another for a blissful quarter of an hour.
As yet another rotation of the Earth comes to a close, I find myself wondering how many more lie ahead, and when we will reach the point where the path behind is longer than the one before us. I also wonder how we shall fill our time as a new day approaches. Until then, I shall think of you fondly and long for the moment when you make your arduous journey from the basement to the second floor, to the comforting glow of our bedroom and the peace of sleep. I remain your devoted wife.
Rebecca S. Berry
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