Today is our 40th day of being self-quarantined, as we started a bit earlier than most. The last dude that I have read about, who spent 40 days and 40 nights waiting out a worldwide catastrophe in family isolation wound up shoveling animal poo for the next year. Lots and lots of poo. Like Noah, I certainly hope I am not expected to repopulate mankind when this is over. Although…

It doesn’t seem like 10 days have passed since my last quarantine update, yet at the same time it seems like this has dragged on for months and months and months without end. Must be some aspect of the theory of relativity in there somewhere.

I am getting lots of rewarding yard work done and Peg has dedicated herself to cleaning all 38 of our house windows both inside and out! I am calling it dedication rather than an obsession although I do get an updated window count every night. They do look really good though. Every room has been cleaned which has been a salutiferous byproduct of this quarantine. It’s ironic that the house has been so well cleaned, and all the guest rooms have been completely done, yet we cannot have any guests visit. In the meantime, Peg has already started picking out colors to have rooms repainted – please Dr. Fauci find a cure soon!

It is good that the pandemic coincides with a time in our lives that technology has developed where we can face time with grandchildren and zoom with family members and friends. That has been a psychological uplift through all of this. In fact, our grandchildren are apparently being left to their own devices (pun intended) at times during the day because we have been getting random face time moments from the grand-kids without any parents involved.

I was scheduled to be in a Shakespearean production to be performed in late May, however the pandemic has postponed our performances until October. The Director said that we all still get to keep our parts, though, and now with the extended time, maybe for once I will learn my lines properly. It was great fun yesterday having a zoom video conference with 16 of the actors from the production – The Merry Wives of Windsor. Hopefully by October the gods will allow us to get together and enjoy some old-fashioned fellowship and social gatherings and maybe by then Peg may have run out of windows.