The days of summer are ticking by, every one of them the same.
\nIn a pandemic of enormous proportions
\nMonday looks like Tuesday looks like Wednesday, and so on.
\nI would love to take PTO, to have a place to go to escape my pandemic reality.
\nTo travel to places unknown with the love of my life (also yet unknown).
\nHikes as the sun sets behind the mountains
\nwhile the fog cloaks the treetops when it is time to sleep.
\nOr maybe a trip to the city to shop on a rainy day,
\nthe ladies and gentlemen bustling in and out of stores with out a care,
\nTheir umbrellas bumping into each other like clumsy bulls in a china shop
\nWhile they do their best to jump over puddles,
\nInevitably splashing themselves and the people around them.
\nBut in a time where social distancing is king
\nAnd public health is of the utmost importance
\nI will have to be grateful for a glass of Merlot
\nas the sun sets through the treetops in my back yard.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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