Notes from my COVID-19 quarantine journal: Be careful what you ask for.
After 10 days of going it alone, the one thing I was longing for most was a visitor. I wanted to sit down at the breakfast room table and share a cup of tea with a friend. Maybe dig into some of the goodies that well-wishers had been leaving on my doorstep. “Are you feeling better?” my wonderful neighbor Sue called to me through the closed window as she left her homemade lasagna outside the front door.
We both knew I would have to wait until she left the front porch before I could open the door and take in the blue and white casserole dish that held a new surprise each time she left it. “I’ll feel much better when you can actually come in for a visit,” I mumbled through my N95 mask. But she was already too far away to hear me so my longing for company went unheeded. Or so I thought until I reached the kitchen and discovered a counter full of ants. They arrived, families on their backs, seeking food and shelter from the rain that was leaking in from an unseen entry to the garden window.“You said you wanted visitors,” the leader at the head of the pack responded.