|Open Space by my House|
My best friend texts me. "I've been snacking so much".
I text her back. "It's a mad world. It's okay."
I have a pantry full of flour, muffin mixes, secret sauces, every canned food you can think of, pasta, truffle salt, a frig and freezer full of veggies, fruit, nutmilks, miyoko butter, coconut butter, soy sauce, yum yum sauce, on and on it goes.
At lunchtime, I make a simple sandwich and sit on the porch with a glass of water watching the street for signs of life like a latchkey kid waiting for a playmate.
I sit in the sun for twenty minutes trying to zap the virus with sunbeams.
I go back inside the house. I read one sentence of news. California may run out of hospital beds by mid May.
I cut myself a major break.
I can have as many simple sandwiches as I want sitting in the sun while sunbeams dance and birds sing.
That's all I need and want.
It's that simple.