Around the house we go, creating games to pass the time. Hide and seek, capture the flag, obstacle course… Any excuse to run wildly. Pull some weeds, rake the earth, cover our fingers in dirt, plant some seeds we found in the cupboard somewhere. Picture a meadow of flowers. Listen to the rhythm of the swing and make rainbows with the garden hose over the newly sown earth. Laugh at each kick of the ball.
We’re not indoor creatures.
We’re also doing ok here, all things considered. I’m grateful for a house we can run around. I’m grateful that I can take leave right now and pretend work isn’t piling up. It is, and yes, I’ll have to deal with that when I return, but for now not having the stress of trying to keep everything moving at work while making things go at home is precious. I’m also grateful for the little gestures: the mum who dropped off our uniform order when she heard we were in quarantine; the colleague who insisted on an emergency basket of fun and goodies for the toughest moments; the many offers of help; negative test results; my oldest’s bravery in the face of yet another swab.
Even in isolation, we’re surrounded by a community. It’s a good feeling.
Five more days.