I have no life these days. I can count on one hand the times I've seen my friends since the year began. When Omicron arrived in New York, we all retreated back into our family silos, and though we talk occasionally by phone, and text, we are once again out of the habit of gathering. We need to follow our young people's lead. Since getting themselves vaccinated, they have reengaged socially, not allowing themselves to grow comfortable in isolation. They go out to restaurants and clubs, attend small house parties, take trips, remember how it felt to enjoy the world beyond their door. My man at least goes to work three days a week, but I can stay sequestered inside my house for days at a time, doing little more than house chores, reading, streaming videos, and working. I've got to do better. Maybe as the weather warms up, it will get easier. For now, I live vicariously through my children. My girl and her love went to Charleston with friends for the long weekend. She sent me pictures. I asked permission to post and she said okay, so here's her weekend album. This is clearly the only way I will see Charleston this year. I hear it's beautiful.
Y'all are so beautiful living in your happy place.