I am back at our cottage.  This time I plan on spending 2 weeks here, all by my lonesome. I feel somewhat guilty that I wish to be by myself when so many others are sick of the confinement. I feel guilty for wanting this time for myself, I don’t want to alienate anyone. I just need to decompress, I need some time away from the responsibilities I can no longer undertake and the guilt I feel. I need a couple weeks away from the same walls. I need some time to think of my hopes for the future, to find some strength, to take advantage of what little independence remains, to unplug from the media and the anxiety around and within concerning the pandemic, and I need to know my family is ok without me. 

This time around I brought all my camera gear in case I decide to take pictures of the cottage so we can finally put it on Airbnb, I brought a book I started to read months ago and keep meaning to finish, I brought my wheelchair charger so I won’t have to crawl around, I brought all my meds, I’ve got my keyboard so I can write, and most importantly I’ve got lots of pyjamas so I can rest, rest, and rest some more.  

So you may see lots of posts in the next couple weeks, or none at all. Who knows. But hopefully at the end of this, I will feel rested.