In My Bubble

It's been two years now that life-as-we-knew-it said goodbye and new vocabulary like "lockdown" and "variants" entered the scene. For me, the global pandemic also brought an unexpected change of scenery with it and I more or less moved in with Highflyer in what I have come to refer to as the "country house" since I am keeping my "city residence" as well. It was just the two of us for months and when we had the first overnight visitors (his sons whom I lovingly refer to as "the savages" as their sense of tidiness and order...or lack therof...is worse than their father's) it almost felt like an intrusion and needed some adapting. I call this our "bubble" and it really is a thing. It's a comfortable and very happy existence and I have to admit that it almost takes effort now to get around to fixing dates with people, make travel plans and basically do what I used to do before the pandemic. Boring? Probably. Anti-Social? Likely. To be ashamed of? Nah, not really.