“Try to imagine a life without timekeeping. You probably can’t. You know the month, the year, the day of the week. There is a clock on your wall or the dashboard of your car. You have a schedule, a calendar, a time for dinner or a movie. Yet all around you, timekeeping is ignored. Birds are not late. A dog does not check its watch. Deer do not fret over passing birthdays. Human alone measures time. Man alone chimes the hour. And, because of this, man alone suffers a paralyzing fear that no other creature endures. A fear of time running out.” ~ Mitch Albom, The Time Keeper
Today is the 28th day of the quarantine for me. Today is also Easter Sunday for the Roman Catholics and the Christians.
Yesterday was also my 49th birthday.
It is difficult to not feel despair and hopelessness during these uncertain times. A general wave of gloom and irritation washed over me yesterday, and it was not lost on those who called to greet me a happy birthday.
One of my friends texted to wish me a happy birthday, and she asked, “What are you going to do today?“
I was not angry with her at all, but I knew my response was snippy and mean as soon as I hit the SEND button.
“I’m going clubbing tonight. Wtf do you think I am going to do? My choices are limited to what side of the couch I am going to sit today, or what part of the apartment I will spend my day.”
I felt badly for being so bitchy, so I picked up the phone and called her. She also felt badly and we talked about some of the difficulties she is facing in her own life with this COVID crisis.
As a little bit of a treat, I ordered pizza and seafood linguine from one of the few neighborhood restaurants that are still open for delivery. For dessert, we had carrot cake that I defrosted from my Omaha Steaks order that was delivered on Thursday. It was not the best birthday celebration, but neither was it the worst. We just have to make do with what we have, right? And always remain grateful no matter what.