Every weekend since March 14th strikes me as odd. Living in a tourist town, I have always worked Saturdays and Sundays.
And while I still may be at a makeshift desk in my family room, there’s not the same sense of urgency or pace.
This morning, we waited until the rain ended to take our long beach walk. Could I ever imagine spending a Saturday of Memorial Day weekend on a leisurely walk?
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Memorial Day Weekend
Every weekend since March 14th strikes me as odd. Living in a tourist town, I have always worked Saturdays and Sundays.
And while I still may be at a makeshift desk in my family room, there’s not the same sense of urgency or pace.
This morning, we waited until the rain ended to take our long beach walk. Could I ever imagine spending a Saturday of Memorial Day weekend on a leisurely walk?