Sense

Broken Pottery Sidewalk Decoration
(Shisa Heads Next To Wall)

I woke up and smelled the coffee, which made me happy because a loss of the sense of smell is now considered an indication of a case of Covid-19. I was also happy because Grant had made me a cup of coffee, a morning treat. We have decided to return to the States on the 30th as planned. Our respite from coronavirus here is over with several new cases now on the island among locals who have returned from Europe and tested positive. Seems like time to go home.

American Airlines is still flying and sent an email saying they’ve “relaxed their seating policy to enable customers to practice social distancing on board whenever possible.” Does that mean we can sit in first class if no one else is on board? I certainly plan to ask. I am also carrying wipes and hand sanitizer to clean our area and ourselves.

Even though President Trump is hoping Americans can spend Easter morning, April 12th, in crowded church services, we think it makes more sense to listen to the medical professionals and to practice self-isolation as long as we can stand it. Since we need to pack up our apartment to move to Windermere, we will have plenty to do. Rather than my going time after time to Total Wine for boxes like I did when I packed for Key Biscayne, I decided we would make one trip to U-haul and buy boxes. A cheap price to pay for safety. Then Grant realized we probably can buy them online and have them delivered. Even better.

Currently, Miami-Dade’s beaches, parks, and boat ramps are closed, and the mayor has threatened to arrest anyone who doesn’t comply. The irony is that in less than a month, it will be hot enough that most of us would want to stay in the AC anyway. We just hope we are allowed to bike along Crandon Boulevard.

We certainly didn’t plan being together 24/7 when we contemplated how our lives would change when Grant retired. Our Marriage Enrichment group is meeting by Zoom next Wednesday. We will have lots to talk about by then.