The other day I mentioned that Liz had gotten a text message indicating that it was week 2 of confinement. She also got a second text, this one less light-hearted.

Someone we know has tested positive for Covid-19. Not someone in our immediate, day-to-day circle or even that lives particularly close, but someone close nonetheless.

What’s more, in the little Over and Above village where I house-sit from time to time, a senior citizen care home has had several confirmed cases.

Little by little, it is hitting closer to home. Am I afraid? Nervous? Rattled? No. Concerned for those in question? Sure. Worried for us? No. We do what we can in terms of social distancing and remember that our lives are in God’s hands… he is an anchor for our soul.

Let’s move on to…

Until this evening, it had been 9 days since I’d left the yard and almost as long since the car had gone out (Liz went out to get groceries last week).

Getting out was one of…

This morning Liz got a text notification from one of the French news sites she follows:

(imagine her perky voice reading it)

“So, here we are in week two of confinement.”

The phrasing was such, in French, that there was an air of (honestly) welcome air of lightness about the statement. Otherwise, coverage is “all grave, all the time.”

So with a similar perky tone, despite a very grave reality, here are…

There’s an expression I love in French:

“Je me coucherai moins bête ce soir.”
(I’ll go to bed less dumb tonight)

That was me last night, and it’s one of …