Husband still wakes in the wee hours and goes to pace around the house and then sleeps in his recliner, as is normal for him these past several years. But what’s new about this is that rather than experience frustration with his situation, he feels more accepting that this is what old age is serving up for him. (I just now read this back to him, and he asked me to add that he feels perkier overall.)

For me, no other noticeable health changes other than clearly improved stamina, both physically and mentally. This latter is a particular gift, as there has been family drama galore these past several weeks, and also my job is such that I will keep on going to work for the duration of this pandemic. I’m curiously okay with all of this. Fabulously weird!