Sharing Dip
It’s not my story. R shared it with me on our somewhat-quarterly-ish catch up call. We miss being direct colleagues. Though now we are transitioned into fun friends. Friends that check-in on each other somewhat-quarterly-ish. We lamented a bit. Unusual for both of us. We lameneted the heaviness of these past few days, if not months. Friends losing their loved ones, and the paralysis of not being able to comfort them in the time of CoronaVirus. We laughed at the regions of the United States where people don’t wear masks. And I don’t know why that was so insanely funny to us Geminis, but I guess giggles are hard to come by in the time of CoronaVirus. We talked about the basic-privileged-person things we were missing in the time of CoronaVirus. A family-favorite restaurant near her sister had opened back up. And this is the sister with 3 kids and a 4th due in November. They’d missed that restaurant. The food was so amazing there, but nothing as delicious and well-loved by them all a