I get up in the morning with the corona virus on my mind. After breakfast I watch yesterday’s clips of what is going on. I see many different versions of how the government is handling it and so far Fauci offers me the most solace.

I will drift around the house until I can eat lunch and then I try to do small chores. The afternoon is when I take a walk, exercise and maybe take a catnap.

Evenings are the easiest. I am always watching developing news online and on TV.

My son and I are both Democrats and find Trump’s posturings to be nauseating. He actually crowed about being Number one on Facebook. How vapid is that!

I am not a social animal so I don’t have to cope with missing friends. But my son and I are the last ones left in our nuclear family. Needless to say, if one of us falls ill, it will be devastating.

We have way too much experience of being in the trenches. I have learned to practice self-kindness and self-care. We all need each other whether we are in a large family or live alone. There are no actual boundaries on the planet. Think of that! Oh, there are mountains and rivers and oceans, but there are no boundaries in the human heart.

I turn within for quietude and silence. I am finding that prayers of words do not mean anything. It is the unspoken that counts the most. The words I use to write with are like the shells you toss away before eating the pistachios!

Vicki Woodyard