As expected, the governor announced quarantine until April 30. She announced other restrictions too. Also working to discover why Black communities have more COVID cases than the rest of the state. I'm not even going to conjecture when and in what form that I'll go back to work. My husband still coughs but he has no breathing difficulties and eats well. He worries about the economy. He feels angry and frustrated. I recognize his feelings but there I little I can say to help him feel differently. I read an article written by a psychologist and she wrote that there are three responses to the bear--fight, flight and frozen. I act frozen. I can't pray, not really. I can't lose myself in fiction novels (which I love), I lost my momentum to follow online exercise. I can pray the rosary, holding onto the beads like they're a physical ladder to Heaven, I sing and play music but I cry, I write to express my feelings but tears run down my face and I use my tee to dry them. I walk the dogs tho yesterday my little mini dachsund broke a claw down to the quick. So it was a slow walk in the wind and cold. I hoed my garden and saw sprouts which signify hope. I clean and cook and play electronic games and every so often chat with someone on my cell. I devour scientific information about COVID.
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