Today’s the first day of summer. Not sure how that’s possible when it was just Christmas a few weeks ago. Then again, March did last for about a year-and-a-half, so…
We’ve already had our first heat advisories that have sent me clamouring for my air-conditioned fortress of solitude. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy the sunshine. It’s just not always that kind to my delicate (read: pasty) complexion. Chances are, if you’re looking for me over the next few months, I’ll be tucked away here at home while everyone else enjoys the beach and poolside margaritas. Whatever. I have plenty of wine and there are fewer bugs inside π
It’s probably for the best I don’t have any concrete holiday plans since we’re still under a state of emergency. That and my COVID-hair is a complete rat’s nest. And my feet do not deserve to wear pretty things. But the province is slowly starting to open up, region by region, so there’s a chance I might become a presentable human being before autumn arrives. Yay!
To be honest, I’m perfectly content with the slow pace at which we’re re-opening. My anxiety would be through the roof with anything else. Ontario reported a mere 161 new COVID-19 cases today, the lowest since March 28. So there’s definitely something to be said for staying safe, and physical distancing.
But, damn, I want to see my mom & dad. And I really miss my friends.
In the meantime, I’ve started outlining a hot new story idea complete with some of my favourite and trope-iest of tropes (Hello, grumpy tough guy and chipper, romantic optimist. How would you like to be thrown together under unusual circumstances and go on the run? And, what’s that – only one bed, you say? Oh, now that is a complete shame.)
I hope to spill some juicy details soon!
What about you – how are you all doing?
