When we had our cottage in Michigan, we all spent a number of hours, each day, just sitting on the deck, looking out at the lake. We joked that we were really good at sitting. Now that I am back in Venice, I am continuing
the practice of sitting .This time I look at a golf course, but I am happy to say, that I haven't lost my skill. The truth is that even before Covid curtailed most of my social activities, Bob and I sat
, a lot, and looked out at the golf course. Surprisingly, the time does fly by. Maybe because I am in my own bubble,these two years haven't seemed so long. I've missed special people, special activities,
but still the days, then months just scrunched into each other. It's my black hole. I remember how I felt when I became aware of the virus,and I know how I feel now that as I look forward to maybe having an active life again. What happened in between ?