I thought we were weren’t too stressed about the lock down, but I think the anxiety of the coronavirus is causing  a few somatic symptoms.  I used to have panic attacks when I was a teen, so I remember what they’re like.  This week, I woke up and felt one coming on again.  Luckily,  my “Calm”  App was there to get me through it.   Just a few deep breaths and I was okay.   I’m having flashbacks to WWII and later,  the polio epidemic that paralyzed so many young people when I was growing up.   My husband is a diabetic. Now, he’s having problems controlling his blood sugar.  Although he seems outwardly calm,  the stress may be raising his sugar.  He will have to call his doctor next week.

Tornado in nearby  county this week. 70 mph winds here.  Blew our mail box down and broke it.   The mailman drove right on by without delivering our mail.  I called the post office, and the next day, we got a packet of mail tied with a string which said, “box down.” This is not a good time to install a new mailbox.

Venturing out once a week to shop  in my coronavirus gear.  Cap,  glasses, face mask, gloves.   Muslim women who wear burkas don’t have to worry about all that.  They’re already dressed for the pandemic.

Forgot it was Easter week until too late.  Got online to order Easter Crème Eggs from Fannie May for all my grandchildren, and it turns out you can’t have them shipped any more.   For the first time in their lives, my children did not receive any Easter candy from me.  I sure miss seeing my youngest grandson with a smear of chocolate on his face.  He does love those chocolate bunnies.

On Easter morning, my girls arranged a group skype.  We had never done that before and it felt very cool.   But then, they pointed out that Skype is so outdated that they almost forgot how navigate it.  Seems everyone uses apps like Zoom conferencing.  They think that’s probably beyond my technological capacity,  but I’m going to watch some you tube tutorials and surprise them.

Slim pickings in our daily newspapers on Easter Sunday.  No grocery store ads.  Reporters have been furloughed, and there are fewer pages to read. We used to spend an hour going over both papers, but this Sunday it took about ten minutes.  At least we can still read the funnies

Still walking when weather permits, and trying to get 15 minutes of unfiltered sunlight every day it doesn’t rain.  Geese in the park aren’t worried about coronavirus.  And a robin is building a nest in the bush beside our porch.

 Life goes on.