There are some things money can't buy [Found Poetry]
The Poem
pink one-piece zippyjamas fast asleep touchingly childish trustful
"Her eyes, her hair, her cheek, her gain, her voice"
Huxley, Aldous. Brave New World ; and, Brave New World Revisited. Harper Perennial Modern Classics, 2004, p. 134.
Some thoughts and reflections
When the page you turn to starts with "pink one-piece zippyjamas" and you've been home in quarantine mode for twenty-five days, you use what you have. I've purposefully not counted the days and yet, now, I know that it's 25 days here in the four walls of my home. I left once to do a tailgate happy hour with some friends.
I am a diehard introvert so you'd think I'd be in my element but it's only as I sit here in the evening just before bed when I truly get a chance to recharge my batteries. The rest of my days are spent on Zoom so there is really no introvert hours for me. I know my extroverts are going nuts now so I'm trying not to feel too sorry for myself. That said, I firmly believe in telling your own truth even if it's an inconvenient truth.
A few confessions as I come to grips with the fact that we're at nearly a month in quarantine thus far:
I've watched Avengers at least 6 times
I've listened to two Harry Potter books (although this is as I go to sleep and isn't unusual)
I've only read one book
There are still 200 home projects I want to tackle and yet I don't
I battled another migraine a good part of the second half of the day. These often come in threes so hopefully if I do have another one tomorrow then this is over. I'd prefer to just be done with them today.
What are you doing to occupy your time during quarantine?