I've been thinking a lot about Cabin Fever lately. Because I have a real bad case of it.
So I'm writing this to you from my back patio. Blessedly, February in Florida is one of the last truly unobstructed times you can enjoy the outdoors here. We are riiiiiight on the cusp of the annual pollen explosion, but as of now, all the plants have only just started blooming and it's pretty, with cool temps and no humidity. The butterflies are back. My basil is going bonkers. So there's that.
But my cabin fever goes deeper than just needing to be outside. I need to be OUTSIDE - of this house, this city, this state, hell, even this country. I desperately want to get away.
All my normal tactics for escape (being around people I don't live with, going to busy art museums, seeing live performances, and taking road trips and cross-country flights) are unavailable right now because of Covid. I mean, it's all technically still available, but I don't feel safe doing any of it. This is Florida. We have no idea what's really going on health-wise, nor any indication of when this might be over for us. Getting vaccinated seems like a complicated far off dream…
So, I'm struggling. I thought you might be too, so I wanted to just say, hey, I feel you. I still have a bit of hope left that the other side of this is so close. And that we're gonna get through it.