Love in the time of corona is the elderly dachshund who just needs to be touching you at all times.
Love in the time of corona is not cussing out said dachshund when you trip over him 17 times a day. It’s also giving in to his desire to sit behind your ankles and in front of the toilet when you are using the facilities.
Love in the time of corona is your elderly neighbor pretending she isn’t annoyed by everyone checking up on her all the time.
Love in the time of corona is videochatting with friends and family and wondering why you haven’t been doing this all along.
Love in the time of corona is thinking you need to take a vacation with your darling husband to reconnect – and then realizing that no, walking the dog together twice a day is even better.
Love in the time of corona is not murdering said darling husband when he convinces you to watch “Shutter Island” because he swears it’s not scary. It’s overlooking the fact that the man completely forgot about the violence and Holocaust imagery and whole insanity angle, even though you are emotionally delicate and sensitive about how mental illness is portrayed and specifically said you didn’t want a violent movie. Love is only yelling at him briefly after the movie, through tears.
Love in the time of corona is your darling husband making cookies to make it up to you.
Love in the time of corona is two dads standing on opposite curbs while their little kids have a crazed bike rally in the middle of the street. One dad holds a bottle of Purell while the other chants, “Six feet. Six feet apart!” Two of the children are wearing pajamas. One dons a princess dress.
Love in the time of corona is attempting to start plants from seed for the first time ever.
Love in the time of corona is having faith that beauty will flourish.