Saturday April 11 marks day 23 of this quarantine. The beaches are all closed on Coronado Island, but our campground has a small private beach that everyone keeps using. It curls around a bunch of military housing villas, whose occupants rarely use the beach on a normal day.
But now we see more families walking their dogs and playing ball. It’s not like you can swim, the water is ice cold and it’s on the bay of San Diego which isn’t exactly super clean.
The dogs love it. I love it. It is finally sunny after a shitty week of rain and low grey skies, and my husband is home, which is nice too.
He has been under a lot of stress at work, and weekdays usually include a lot of steam being blown off. So we welcomed the day off.
It is unfortunately too late for him to put on leave for next week, but he might the week after that, for his own sanity.
Not that we’d go anywhere, we can’t leave the campground or we wouldn’t be readmitted when we’re back. For a month now, only current campers are allowed, no one new comes in, if you leave you’re not coming back.
We could go spend a night in the desert and sleep in the truck, but I don’t want to do crazy things and be in a place where people might be angry at newcomers.
We did a good bit of cleaning today, the house was a mess. The bad weather brought low energy and I didn’t feel like tidying or cleaning much. Even walking the dogs seemed like too much of a chore at times.
It’s crazy how a slight change in weather can make you forget about a shitty week.
And it may be just the same once the virus is over. Big party and let’s forget it. Do you think we will?