It’s been six weeks since the beginning of our national shutdown. In that time, I’ve left our neighborhood fewer than a dozen times. Six weeks is enough time to start to notice and miss things.

This morning, I went to Walmart to pickup my online grocery order. Driving is one of those simple pleasures that I miss the most. Getting behind the wheel, the experience of mobility, and even rolling down the windows: it was all a treat.

I’m constantly thankful that this pandemic wave crashed upon us in Spring. At least the weather, animals, and flowers can pick up our spirits when we go outside and breathe in deeply the fresh spring air.

As things start to open back up and when we can go out and get the food and supplies that we need, there will be many routine things that will once again be pleasurable. I hope that I can continue to appreciate the little things again for the small doses of joy that they supply.