Social Isolation: Day 20
Our backs, Tom’s and mine, went out this week as if we had been mud wrestling. We don’t know why. The chiropractor wears a mask and stands well back when he’s not digging in. Country music, piped in loud, seems to give him strength. I want to write about love and not the chiropractor who cracked and sent us home again. Our door is open to bird chatter in the lilacs and the sound of children in another yard. I miss everyone today, I miss my daughter’s face.