I painted that flower the day before my home was picked up and dropped into Antarctica. Did I remember to rescue it? Nope. There’s a yellow version under the snow.
I braved the cold long enough to raise my garage door and chat with my neighbor across the alley. It was the first time I’d conversed with a real, live person in the flesh since Monday. I’m not complaining! I have a comfortable home with power, plenty of food, Internet connection, and plenty (PLENTY) of books to read. I don’t take any of that for granted.
I am really looking forward to getting out of the house, though. And no, I don’t think I’ll be moving North anytime soon.