This morning, while journaling, I wrote, "If I added a finger to my hand I'd be able to count on one hand the places I've been since March."
It's not quite true, the count was eight when I really started considering.
Still, eight places in 6 months.

Today I spent a very wonderful few hours at my brother's, one of the eight places.
(The other places: work, the grocery store, the farm store/pet store, the farm stand near work, buying a car, and getting a hair cut.)

It couldn't have been a more beautiful day.

I've had this fabric in my stash for a couple months.
There was no resisting.
It will be the perfect fabric for the other side of my "Good Enough" quilt which I've renamed "GOOD enough COVID 19."
I keep making little paper boats and calling them life boats....