The Adventures of Mrs.Movie Snob

These are the days of our lives, friends. Although, if it wasn't for my Iphone and Outlook calendar I might not know which day. It's been easier to keep track of the season because the snow has melted and it's actually warm. The forecast, though, says we're about to get our obligatory April, "F*** Y**, I'm not gone!" , post-Winter cold snap. After that, I'm pretty sure I'll have no idea where I even am. At least I'll be able to pretend the reason I'm not going anywhere is because it's too nippy out. If it snows, I can even blame the bad roads for my hermit lifestyle. So there's that. That'll be fun. That'll give me about 8 minutes of entertainment for my long weekend. Now, there's a term that's lost a little of its luster; weekend. That beautiful, well earned, two day break after the work week. I can relax in my soft clothes! I can drink a little too much wine! I can spend time with my family and watch some Netfl...

I feel a shift in the air. I think you feel it too. That feeling of impermanence is gone. As with many things, when quarantine first began, we were gung ho. Inconvenienced, and a bit annoyed, sure, but still pretty optimistic. The memes were pouring out. People were sharing their new home/work schedules, enrolling in free online classes (myself included) and hunkering down for what we were told would be only a few weeks. Totally doable. We're now finishing up Week 3 in lock down. And, let's be honest, shit's gotten a little too  real. Always the optimist, I still believe we'll get through this. In fact, I know we will. I still believe this time will eventually be a memory. I have to trust that by doing what I'm supposed to, I will be fine and so will those I love. But the truth of it is, by the time this is done, many won't be alright. There will be an aftermath. A new reality. I just don't know when and how that will happen. The  not knowing  is what...