Six months ago was my last day of normalcy before #COVID19 changed my world. I would love to have a regular life again — a job, going out to dinner, seeing friends, travel.

And the hardest part is not knowing how long it will be until life is safe again.

It is exhausting just getting through each day right now. Some days I can handle it, other days I play classical music all day to keep the anxiety at bay.

If I didn’t have my yarn business and knitting to keep me sane, I don’t know how I would be managing.

And I know all too well that by most measures I am one of the lucky ones. I don’t have kids in the house, racist oppression, or looming financial catastrophe.

I suppose I should wrap up this thread with something hopeful or inspiring, but that’s all I got today.

2021 better be an improvement, because 2020 sucks.