Late at night is my time. I have been finding this time of day more interesting than the daytime. Every day over the last two and a half months has been just about the same as the day before. The highlight of the day might be a walk or a quick trip to Starbucks.
At night I can read on the iPad. I can listen to music and I can write. I can write down my thoughts, maybe some memories. Tonight I’m thinking that there is a saying that G-d doesn’t give you more than you can handle. And I do think that is true.
But in my lifetime I have been given a lot to handle. And I think I’ve done pretty well. No one should feel sorry for me and I don’t think I have been treated badly. But think about it, I can’t see out of my left eye, I had three eye surgeries by the time I was five, had my appendix removed at nine, tore knee ligaments at thirteen, had numerous sprains and injuries to legs and hands. This was all stuff at a young age.
Between twenty and forty five I’ve been pretty healthy. But since forty five or the last twenty years I’ve had my gal bladder removed, prostate cancer, a number of kidney stone incidents, three angioplasties and stents, open heart surgery to repair a torn mitral valve and a pacemaker implanted. And I’ve come out the other side in pretty good shape. I haven’t asked for any pity or sympathy or any special treatment. I just worked on trying to rehab and get better and move on.
But this pandemic on top of all this stuff is just plain hard. The uncertainty is stressful and what the future will bring work wise and lifestyle wise is just difficult. While I believe we will have a business to go back to, I just don’t know when that will be.. and that’s the hard part.