Rock it

Hi friends.
How do you greet those you yearn to hug but can't?  Consider this a virtual hug because that is on my heart.
I hope your home is safe and warm and has food.  I hope you are feeling cared for.
I miss my friends, so I have invited Marty and Wendy from Ozark for dinner.  And, if we are being honest, I am a little bit scared.  I mean, I just want to hang, not join their business.  But will they like my clean chicken curry?
In other news, the kids are good.  Ciera is missing desperately her friends.  She told me lives to hug her friends.  Who can blame her?  She's 11, extroverted, and misses her friends.  Isaiah has been in Adidas clothes for 30 days,  talks to his bestie on occasion and hang with his dog.  Appears he has showered periodically.
During the day,  I work from my home office.  Bob manages the kids as best he can in between his business and the fire dept.  I check on the kids every few hours and pray they are on task.  If they are not, well, I just can't be in charge of that.
I miss Kristin and Maureen, I miss the girls from book club and church.  I miss cooking for a crowd and delivering.  I miss the gym and that motivation.  I love that crew.
I keep thinking how lucky I am that I love Bob and he's my true friend.  That he makes me laugh.  We'll celebrate 8 years married next week and I couldn't be more thankful that he's my husband.  Some good wine and cheese will do.
You know what's wild? I miss Ben the Dog to my core.  The cuddles, the friendship, the  companionship.  I dream he's still here and resting beside me.  I imagine he is snoring while I am on conference calls.
I miss hugging Mom.

I have made some interesting dinners and I have worked out with new virtual friends.  I adore that my book club meets weekly to talk.  I also love my driveway and craft beer.  And bocce in the yard.

When this started, I was very fearful.  I still am and am aware that life has a layer of complication that I never anticipated.  But here's the  thing---I am never alone.  My texts go off all day.  My friends are amazing people and my family is crazy wonderful.  I facetime with those I love and am truly never alone.
So hugs to all of you.  You are remarkable people and beautiful.  Thank you for blessing me.  Thanks for pushing me.  We're gonna rock it when this sh-- is done.
xo

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