Everyday has become pretty much the same as the day before. Lately, it's only the vivid, detailed dreams I have after falling asleep that afford me any real excitement.
Today I hear that 42 states have shown increased cases of the coronavirus. Instead of fears easing, they are rising. It appears to be only a matter of time before things turn bad again everywhere.
But I am getting bored living in my bubble of one.
And so I make a resolution:
Do at least one thing today that I didn't do yesterday.
The weather complies for a long walk. It is low 80's and sunny. I end up on a 5.8 mile walk through Central Park — mostly without the encumbrance of a mask. It's easy to maintain an acceptable social distance with few people in sight.
I end up here.
Here is the Conservatory Gardens, a magical place just feet away from iconic 5th Avenue.
I find the most perfect place to sit and read for a while. At 70% in, I am totally enjoying The Last Flight by Julie Clark.
This small slice of heaven is quiet, and inhabited only by me. Plus, there is the added benefit of sprinklers to keep away the heat.
I get home feeling that if I do nothing else today, at least I've done something.
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