I'm back to pretty much 100%. I had to go out and get a few things at the store (well masked of course). Since I tend to keep well stocked cupboards, I certainly had enough to make it through my week long quarantine. But I was running low on a few items and it was good to get out of the house.
I was hoping to see Bartlett pears showing up in the produce section, but not yet. Yes, I know they're from California, so not local. Still, I always look forward to this fruit because it's a harbinger of the autumn, being one of the first pear varieties to ripen. Gravenstein apples are the same in my mind, but you don't see them out east. Both of these fruits are just so wonderfully fragrant, their scents always triggering anticipation of the fall months. Alas, I came come with more plums and peaches.
So, I'm thinking about autumn. I'm feeling a little nostalgic and melancholy, about life. While I tend to weather all aspects of this lived experience pretty well, there are still emotional tender spots. I didn't let myself think too much about being alone while being sick, but it definitely compounded a sense of isolation...of solitude not necessarily chosen. My mind tends to wander when my energy is low and while my energy is much better, there's still a post illness dip. And these are the times the emotional cracks show up. They're not bad or wrong...I think they're normal. It's just an observation.
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