I haven't blogged since way before the pandemic started. July 2019 seems like several decades ago. Last month seems like decades ago.
Summary of what happened: went work from home, our European vacation got cancelled, spent a ton of time in the backyard to try not to lose my mind, did so much pandemic related cleaning (did you know you need to clean the dishwasher trap??), did pandemic projects (replaced the showerhead, painted all the baseboards), moved my "office" three times, finally got vaxxed, went on a nice ladies weekend, got COVID from the masseuse, had no symptoms but anger, probably lost my mind, didn't see family for years, finally went on a few trips, and am sort of getting back into the swing of real life all the time.
My grandmother died over the summer, and I am glad that we got to do some in-person visits.
Time seems to be moving so slowly yet so quickly. We all lost so much time (at least those of us who followed the CDC guidelines and were isolating which I'm still sort of mad about). There isn't any way for us to get time back - time that we should have had with loved ones, time that we should have had with ourselves, and time that we all needed to be part of the world with each other.
I don't want to dwell on everything COVID-related because I'm honestly exhausted.
I want to think about what I should do with the time we have now, the future, and everything else.
