Suzi was playing the local classical music station; that was the noise I heard from the other room.
Neither of us are big listeners of classical music, but as a promo for the station said, it was kind of an oasis.
After all, the music was soothing, and no one was yelling.
And there was no news.
Yesterday was a day for stew in the crockpot, candles by the fireplace, Rick Steves visiting French chateaus, Paul and Mary sharing their baking secrets.
The walks have been our salvation, 30 to 60 minutes at a time, depending on the route.
They’re fresh air. They’re exercise. They’re a chance to briefly see other human beings — at a proper distance, of course.
They’re just about the only thing you’re allowed to do these days.
Fortunately, the weather has been unusually good, so we’ve been able to walk pretty much every day.
But not yesterday. Yesterday was cold. Yesterday was cold. It rained yesterday.
We even got thunder and lightning.
And classical music.
Like every Sunday, Suzi talked to her parents and I talked to my parents and my grandmother. We joked about how not much had happened since the last time I told my parents not much is happening.
Because not much is happening.
It wasn’t a day for going outside, and that was fine. We were in our house, where (knock on wood) nothing bad could happen to us.
Too much of it will make me crazy, but for a day, the world could do what it was going to do without us.