There are no more weeks or week-ends. The articulation of time within each day has become more specific and eloquent than ever before. We have traded the shape of every week for the architecture of the hours.

As something to look forward to in a new normal fashion I will relish my time around a table. Shuffling cards and remembering to take the talon will bring back the tactile component that is essential to the game of play. In our Chicken Little the Sky is falling reality, we geared up the electronics, dialed into our familiar voices and brought the game auditorily alive. Yes, it gets us through, yes it connects us to “the what used to be’s.” In the absence of masks and gloves, we are comfortably sequestered in our game spot on the couch. We bring our own drinks and snacks and we click away. We miss faces, although it feels like two months have aged us in the mirror two years. Perhaps it is the hue and the palor of limping through the malady that has claimed the world. So just for today, with an additional increment of hope, let’s visit our closet, check out our earrings and remember the everything old is new again adage. In short order we can be bringing our own coffee, and snack packing our way around a real live deck of cards.

As we try to use every ounce of well being that we have to self soothe and remain calm in the face of “no end in signt” chaos we round out another week. The world is on hold while a deadly virus ravages through mobs of people and kills our society, rapidly. With an uncertain future we are left to pool our resources, find our comfort levels and help each other with what we have left at the end of the day. Pushing aside differences and judgments we need to live with the motto “we are all in this together.” Our needs are fundamental in a no frills way. As we assemble the pieces of the puzzles we seek to create better pictures then what lingers right outside our front doors. With the new vocabulary of social distancing adorned with masks and gloves, we have replaced after dinner mints with mini purell bottles. Fridays come quickly, weekends last longer. The familiarity of Saturday Night Live characters, albeit zoomed into our homes, comforts us in a dependable way. We are all substituting our daily go to’s with virtual everything’s. Just for today let’s find enjoyment in our muffins, do our hair and focus on Making someone else’s day better.

We wipe off the counter, we swifter the floor
Everyday feels like the one before
We are doing our best to stay safe inside, is there something to share when we won’t have to hide?
Cooking the dinner and setting the table
A walk on a sidewalk, when will we be able?
The yogurt at Bloomy’s one place we will run
When we can get out and reclaim some fun!
A car ride to no where would be such a pleasure
Next Thursday a lunch outside a great treasure
Show us in some way you really are keen
Give us a swab, a test, a vaccine
Our journey’s not over all though it’s been halted
We long for a coffee shop, a burger a malted. At 7 o’clock we yell out with pride, for our health care community who have been by our side And when the day comes for us to bolt out the door, we will hit the ground running, like never before. Let’s all pray to G-d that the world as we know it, will grow kinder and warmer and we will be able to show it. A disaster of immense proportion we are sharing, with promise and strength let’s re- define caring.

We long for days where we can walk barefoot early in the spring, and stay that way later into the fall.
We would dance more and ride merry-go rounds. Picking daisies towards end of day will be a treasure. We hope to have a more passionate relationship with our freedom. We will consider everyday a blessing and feel our days have been gifted to us. Days of Glory! We will value the benefits of linking with other people and hopefully know we were lucky to have come through this in one piece.