Chronicles of the Virus Day 17
Today is raw. It was sunny in the morning, but then the clouds came and so did the rain. Without the sun, I notice the cold more. I'm shivering in my studio, with a shawl draped over my shoulders. After weeks of spring weather, with the trees and plants flowering early, winter says hello, I haven't gone far. My husband has been doing things around the back field and with the logs out front. He wants to get work out of the way for when he has to go back to his job. Those employees that have been told to stay home from yesterday are supposed to be paid by their employers. But they have to work the hours lost during the rest of the year. My husband envisions two months of working Saturdays, which is when he's usually doing something around the house. So, he's pushing the season's chores, cutting grass, and cutting the logs to later rent the chopper and make the winter's firewood. Last night, on the news there was the story of an elderly lady in Pontevedra whos...