For the last six years the phrase “I like coffee, sleep, reality TV, Netflix and having a cleaning lady,” has appeared on the right-hand side of this page. Cue Covid-19. I am now the cleaning lady. It is not going well. There are lots of reasons to dislike the virus that is killing people......
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Mister and I went to Amsterdam when travel was still a thing. Of course, we went by the red light district hoping to see something we couldn’t see in Canada. People urinating on the sidewalk. Oh, and half-naked people dancing in fishbowls. I wanted to go when it wasn’t too dark out to avoid......
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We are isolated. Stuck in the house. I know I’m supposed to say safe in the house, and, I guess, I feel safe. But what I really want is to be back to my normal routine. One that includes cleaning ladies, quiet, shopping, and coffee shops. In the absence of that, I am forced......
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At dinner the other night, the family had a conversation about things we were fantasizing about. Besides the expected of being able to enjoy some freedom and the company of someone other than the people in our home, we had some general thoughts about things missed. I had actually woke myself up the night......
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I was recently at a hospital emergency, to have my card stamped. I thought pneumonia, they thought COVID. We agreed to disagree and I’m self-isolating because I want a bed and bathroom to myself not because I’m wrong. (PS: the answer was no to both, thankfully. Just a run-of-the-mill, nothing-to-write-about-here, respiratory infection. In the......
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