Sheltering in place has had us pacing the floors and climbing the walls. Snapping and snarling and glaring at each other from the corner of our eyes. Huffing and eye rolling has become a form of communication. And everything is annoying.
I left the back door unlocked.
He left a towel in the dryer.
The dog pooped on the floor.
Between work stress, stress over the economy, stress over the health of family and friends (many of whom work in the medical field,) stress over the general uncertainty of things, it has all gotten to be a lot recently.
But…..tonight there was a pan of fresh baked focaccia bread from our favorite local bakery, The Village Oven, (ordered special and picked up from the drive through window.) There was olive oil for dipping, and wine for sipping. The lights were soft, the rain loud.
We found ourselves chatting for hours about anything and everything. We found ourselves not only not wanting to leave the house but not wanting to leave the table. And when we both reached for the last square of bread, we broke it into even smaller pieces and shared and nobody huffed or rolled their eyes.
Sweet Tea The Narwhal And Me 