I am sick of the COVID-19 rules. 

How’s that for honesty to start out today’s entry? 

I have written—several times, and deleted—several times, the long list of what we can’t do and my explanations of why I think they don’t all make sense. 

It doesn’t matter.

At the end of the afternoon, when I play our family’s game of “two good things of the day”, I realize they were two walks in the cold.  For one, a friend and I hiked along my road together, chatting and catching up in the January winter chill. 

This morning, two other friends and I walked with our dogs. Technically, this mingling of three households is not allowed; the rules say only two households can gather.  (And, the school goes further, and won’t allow even two households to gather, even outside.)

This process of daily writing kicks me over into an anti-whining mode.  Sure, I can be frustrated.  But there are those who have lost loved ones… or sick… or exhausted from their efforts to help… or financially struggling and faced with serious decisions. 

Those are the ones who deserve to complain. 

Today’s silver lining:  a mental shove to get myself out of my own head.