Here I am—one month into quarantine and a global pandemic and social distancing and a whole new reality. Here I am in the raw. My face is pink from three hours in the glorious spring sunshine that my body was not at all prepared for. My eyes look tired from the restless sleeps I’ve had … Continue reading The COVID Diaries: One Month In
The other day my family was zooming—and yes, I consider this a verb now, and somehow the topic of Milli Vanilli came up. For those who don't remember them, or weren't alive then, they were a brief one album wonder in the late '80s/early '90s whose fame came crashing down when it was discovered that … Continue reading The COVID Diaries: Blame it on the Brain
The other night I stayed up way past my bedtime looking for the edge piece of a puzzle. I'd decided to pull down our specially reserved brand spanking new Jan van Haasteren puzzle—the only type of puzzle Zeke will do—because desperate times call for desperate measures. We normally only puzzle in the summer on vacation … Continue reading The COVID Diaries: Puzzled
A strange phenomenon has occurred during the last ten days or so and I'm not talking about COVID-19 itself. The world is beginning to shut down and this has led to a massive wave of reaching out. I have video chatted, or spoken on the phone with a friend or family member every single day … Continue reading The COVID Diaries: Connection
Word of the day: discombobulated. I love this word. It sounds as confusing as it is meant to sound, which sounds confusing. Even just reading the word makes my brain think, "huh?" Today I went for what seems to be my new normal afternoon walk around Vancouver. I'm working from home now, but today was … Continue reading The COVID Diaries: Discombobulated
Kristi Fuoco 