Ivy Blog

I’m doing my best, trying my hardest, holding on for dear life, hanging on by my fingernails, using every trick in the book, one day at a time. There are insufficient clichés to clear the fear. I’m even plucking at my last nerve. It wasn’t supposed to last this long. I can’t remember why I thought it would be over by now. To center myself, I spend as much time as possible with books, including those I formerly eschewed. With literary lariats aloft, they lure and lasso me. As you can see, my urge to alliterate is out of control as well. The more I pull, the tighter the knot. Home Before Dark by Riley Sager has ghosts for goodness sakes. I wouldn’t have been caught dead (there I go again) reading that BC (Before Covid).

The Pandemic has attacked the United States Postal Service. Where “neither rain nor snow nor gloom of night” succeeded, Covid-19 has found its mark to “stay these couriers from the swift completion of their appointed rounds.” Perhaps a fresh creed is in order, something that includes the kindness of a stranger.