Moving through time.....

 Has two meanings. Today is first Sunday after infusion---still trying to get messages from it letting me know what is possible. Moving back and forth between resting and reading (English history). But on a second level, I find myself constantly considering the time since the pandemic began---six years ago---yes, six years ago from the coming March.  A journey---a voyage from one kind of life to another--trying to understand, and possibly mourn for, what my life was before March 16, 2020. A gap of time. In the weeks before the pandemic I was very active---had no inkling that a few months later they would find the cancer in me. And that changed everything---or did it? Much less energy now---has to be "husbanded" but also my exit from the world of subbing at Friends---not one I had planned for---and my "reinvention" as a full time turor. For better or worse? I miss the comradeship that I received at Friends---do not have that any more---adds to my isolation at times---yet I have also discovered a much greater "wholeness" as a tutor.