Journal of a Pandemic Year: Part Twelve

Elizabeth and I in happier days. Before I got hurt. And before The Rona forced us to live apart.

Dear Readers,

Today was D-Day. We spent the day getting my wife’s clothes and other teaching related items packed up. The biggest task was to go through the house and make sure everything I may need (water, food, etc) was on a counter or shelf at least waist high for me. Since I cannot bend at the waist, and I cannot lift anything heavier than a half-gallon of milk, we had to make things access...