I’ve been home for four weeks now.
I know how fortunate I am:
I live in a comfortable home. There’s plenty of room to move around. Plenty to do here to keep me occupied and feeling productive. We have a yard with grass and trees and flowers. My husband is here for companionship and comfort and safety. He has a steady job and an income. I am able to continue to work from home and that keeps me busy and keeps my paycheck coming. I have reliable internet, which keeps me entertained and lets me be in touch with my family and my friends.
I am happy and safe here.
For all of this I am profoundly grateful.
Stone Walls do not a Prison make, Nor Iron bars a Cage; Minds innocent and quiet take That for an Hermitage. If I have freedom in my Love, And in my soul am free, Angels alone that soar above, Enjoy such Liberty. by Richard Lovelace From the poem To Althea, From Prison