It’s been raining for three days. The sage in the garden is psyched. Us, not so much, but tomorrow should be drier, and Friday and Saturday gorgeous. Patience. We’re all going to be masters of patience when this is over.
There are, of course, as many versions of life in lockdown as there are people living in lockdown. I can’t imagine having lost a job or a business or to be wondering where my next paycheck will come from as much as I can’t imagine having a bunch of children running about the room or weathering this storm completely by myself.
But in my version of lockdown, day 44, is the first day that made me feel like I have been here forever and that I will be here forever. I spent a lot of time looking at birds outside the window, and I see a similar energy in Roberto. We’re good, but where are we? And how long will we be here?
Fried egg for breakfast. Leftover mixed beans and veggie soup for lunch with the last of the creamy salami. Roberto made orecchiette pasta for dinner with zucchini. He loves making orecchiette. He said it himself. I also opened a delicious Barbera d’Asti, Montebruna by Braida. It’s huge. I needed it.
Eat well. Stay safe.