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Sheltering in place
Not anyone’s idea of a great time; certainly not mine.
Spoke to a good friend yesterday.
She said she is morbidly depressed.
She had been positive and upbeat prior to this pandemic.

I kept my own dour thoughts secret, feeling like a hidden Eeyore.
She unloaded how horrible 2020 has been to her.
Her favorite cousin and awful brother have both died.
Her brother whom she despised is now a saint.
She was angry at their families for not letting her know how sick they were.


I wisely kept quiet. I am the last person to let anyone know how sick I am.
She and her son-in-law had a shouting match. It was so bad she moved.
I was silent, not able to relate to this at all.
She had been in a car wreck during the ice season.
She got out and yelled and screamed at the idiot who caused it.

She called her a moron and used the F word.  I was horrified.
This is not the friend I know.
At the end of fifty-six minutes of hell, she asked how I am.
It was my second chance to say my third word.
I did not tell her that my mother had died.

I did not tell her that I had to learn five computer programs
And I felt angry and sad.
I did not tell her that I missed my family and friends.
Or that I was probably as sad as she has ever been.
I was finished not talking on the phone.

I simply told her good bye and hung up.
She texted me six emoji’s in a row.
Told me she loved me and missed me.
Told me I had uplifted and enlightened her.
I was glad but did not know for hours, for I had to take a nap.

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