April 7
The privilege of living alone in a pandemic:
I do not feel compelled
To strip naked in my doorway upon arriving home from errands
I do not feel compelled
To ration my own supplies so my loved ones will have more
I do not feel compelled
To eye every stranger with suspicion, afraid of what I might bring home
The danger of living alone in a pandemic:
If sick, who will feel compelled
To risk their life
To make sure I am breathing?
April 8
I let myself sleep in some days until 7:30 a.m. though I feel guilty.
That is 30 minutes past my typical arrival time to my classroom.
But students have other concerns right now, I tell myself,
And my classes do not rank amongst them.
Yet I still sat at my computer for office hours today
Hoping at least one student would stop by and say hello.
I am obsolete.
Forgotten.
On the other hand. . .
Silently wishing for an
Unidentifiable place to hide
From those I love most
For their sanity and mine.
Oh, how my introvert batteries need
Charging.
And I realize
This sounds like
I am complaining.
Not complaining. Overwhelmed. This
Girl is overwhelmed, ironically, by love.
That is beautiful, Jana. Thank you for sharing.