It feels like I have been holed up forever.
I'm starting to feel like a hobbit.
I drink my morning coffee and work out the cryptogram in the newspaper every morning in my comfortable hobbit house. I usually do the crossword too. I clean my hobbit house. I tend to our hobbit stomachs by making carefully thought out meals, I putz around with my houseplants. I read. I write. I have a zoom class once a week. I go a couple blocks to think out food pantry ideas on Wednesdays. Once a week, I zip out to the grocery store for milk and perishables.
Now, mind you, I'm not complaining. I know that I'm a lucky woman. It's just that my comfortable life has gotten very, very small.
Today, I'm going to pick up 80 lbs of fresh chicken to be repackaged into single servings and popped into the freezer. It involves driving 30 minutes to a neighboring town. On the way, I need to stop to pick up freezer bags.
My God. I feel like the hobbit leaving his comfortable hobbit hole, setting out on a quest.