I love being and living in my tiny 130 year
old cabin! It's wondrous; charming and
magical. We tend to go out once or twice
a month for groceries and to treat ourselves
to a meal out. From time to time there might
be other circumstances that get us out, but
not many.
Now here's the rub . . . We've only been in
quarantine for ONE DAY and I already fee,
not the urge, but an actual need, to go out.
Go figure! Me thinks 'tis something to do
with the whole lusting after the forbidden!
Not quite sure just how I'm going to be
able to handle this on the long term; feels
more than a bit claustrophobic! I miss our
neighbors/buddies/FACers. I find myself
missing friends dropping by. I miss the
autonomy of freedom. And of course, I also
recognize the importance of the quarantine.
So yes, I do intend to obey . . . not a term
I'm particularly familiar with. Just call me
Mistress Mary, quite contrary, along with
my thanks to Mother Goose!
love to come and go
so longing for my freedom
just because i cant
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