Pgh Lesbian Correspondents

Day 180. Or so. Doesn’t really matter when it falls because the horror of six months in a pandemic is self-evident.

On the one hand, we’ve survived and found glimmers of beauty, purpose, and even joy. On the other hand, it’s just been so awful within this six months – I was engulfed by a three month battle with bipolar symptoms, my dog died, and there’s no end in sight.

Tonight, I chose glimmers of beauty. We bought seat cushions for the Adirondack chairs I salvaged last summer. I put up the patio tent, set the cushions in the chairs, even set up the hand-me-down pop-up cat bed for the ferals.

We just sat out, talked with the cats, and enjoyed the evening. It was a bit nicer because we got the cushions. I could feel myself relax. That doesn’t happen often these days.

It has to be enough.