I cannot seem to maintain a blogging practice even under these circumstances. The delivery was successful and with a lifeline and a little time my anger over my situation faded into acceptance and meaning.
The weekdays passed fast enough, with actually doing work and stuff. While limited to my iPhone, I could be productive enough and ask for help when needed. Furthermore, the world continues to spiral downward and my inconveniences are more and more the folded into the mix of fear, worsening restrictions, the spread of the virus and shutting down of daily life.
Starting yesterday, China is no longer accepting foreigners with any kind of valid visa into the country. And any and all people entering the country will have to undergo the 14-day quarantine in centralized state facilities such as where we are at. I am so grateful that we made it back into the country before the borders closed. In less than a week I will be home and with my dog. This will be worth it.
Today was another boost to the quality of life in room 1217. A fan! It has helped to pull in cooler air from outside, it continued to be so miserable. The woman that answers my texts and takes my orders at the corner grocery store ordered it for me and had it delivered. The kind gesture from a strange brings tears to my eyes and add back a little hope in humanity.
I have found this week that the many hobbies and movies are just not suiting my needs during quarantine, and I’ve let go of what I “should” be doing to maximize this time and have been delighting in “The Great British Baking Show” most of all. I completed a jigsaw puzzle I brought in my suitcase (how did I lose two pieces?), been reading “My Little Friend” by Donna Tartt, episodes of the latest season of “Survivor”, and texting and video calling more than ever. Using the app Glo for morning yoga on the titled space in front of the bathroom. In my suitcase, I had smuggled in both water and milk kefir grains and now I got my fermentation station going with a steady sugar and milk supply. Don’t I sound busy? There is some pacing, some crying, some staring out the window. A bit excessive checking the stats of the spreading virus and reading the New York Times live updates. But overall, life has slowed down, simplified and is manageable. There is light at the end of this quarantine tunnel.
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