What I miss the most

Turns out the thing I miss the most about pandemic restrictive living is spontaneity.  The best days are stolen days.  The best adventures include the unexpected, spur-of-the-moment side trips.  This year has imposed the unexpected alright, none of which was my choosing.  Unexpected exposures to Covid-19.  Unplanned trips to the clinic for testing.  Unwanted and sometimes unwarranted social distancing out of an abundance of caution.  I miss my 'fly by the seat of your pants' life - especially in retirement.

I cannot wait to jump on a plane without restriction.  It would be heaven to call up a friend for coffee and actually hold a face-to-face, heart-to-heart conversation.  The day when we can take a road trip without concern for hotel protocols or wearing masks on a hike beckons me.  

Bonding with a new love during pandemic was awesome, but not real life we hope.  Real life means extended family, large gatherings, learning each others' ways in social settings.  It is the next step in a deepening love that I welcome.

​How would you answer Dan Rather's question of the day:  When the vaccine has fully come, when hopefully this scourge has receded, what can you not wait to do? 

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