Who would have thought when I went into self imposed lockdown back in March I would be here on the same couch 174 days later.
Only a week to go to six months of my life I won't get back (and at my age remaining time is evaporating blindingly fast).
So many countries yet unexplored. So many people I didn't meet, so many foods I didn't try, so many beautiful sceneries not seen that would make my jaw drop, so many days since I have been unable to see my grand kids, so many precious months not been able to see my aging mother, so many fewer $ in my bank account.
Discustingly & selfishly feeling sorry for myself today when there are so many in a much worse off position than me, in normal times, regardless of covid.
Need to drag myself back to some reality as soon as I get this self indulgent post off my chest.