I woke up before sunrise this morning and thought: “I guess this is Monday. Or the day after whatever day it was when I went to bed last night…”
Then I picked up my tablet, turned it on, and discovered it was actually Wednesday, May 13, 2020 at 5:11am.
March 11 was sixty-three days ago. On that day, I was one of twelve jurors serving on a trial in the county courthouse. Also on that day, the governor of the state of New Mexico, where I live, issued an order declaring a public health emergency due to the spread of the novel coronavirus, covid-19. Since then, our lives have become more and more restricted. All non-essential activities have come to an end for now, including jury trials.
Meanwhile, I feel like I’m living in an endless time loop, where every day is the same same — just like in the movie Groundhog Day. March 11 seems like a lifetime ago. I miss my normal life. I miss going to church. I miss visiting with friends. I miss shopping and eating out. I even miss the courthouse, the judge, the prosecuting attorney, and especially the eleven other jurors. They were good people. It took us less than an hour to reach two unanimous verdicts: one Guilty, one Not Guilty. I believe justice was done.
I recently saw a quote on Our Little Red House Blog that made me laugh: Day 7 at home and the dog is looking at me like, “See? This is why I chew the furniture.” It’s Day 63 here and my husband, our two dogs, and I are running out of furniture to chew! 😉
Thank you so much for stopping by. My stats are booming, according to a message I got yesterday from WordPress, and I really appreciate it. Feel free to share your thoughts about this crazy quarantine in the comments below. Here’s a safe social-distancing grandma ((HUG)) if you want one. God bless! ❤❤
PS: For anyone who doesn’t know, my granddaughter and her husband have fully recovered from covid-19. Thank you so much for your prayers!!!