Life in the Time of Coronavirus (Week 5)

This is how four writers pass the time (and stay connected) during their isolation. We realize we’ve slipped a bit from stories into conversation in 6-word increments; we’re giving ourselves grace given the circumstance. Join us by adding your 6-word stories in the comments.

Probably time to don big-girl panties.
Our flashes of joy are triumphs.
Mark seemed to be recovering; died.
Shape stories for sympathetic nervous system.
We’re play arguing. Think it’s play.
Anyone else effing sick of COVID-19?
On the other hand, lap dog.
Step one: get out of bed.
Finally hugging son—small and huge.
The finches are busy, busy, busy.
9:31. Already anticipating lunchtime beet salad.
Pandemic pro tip: Schedule cries regularly.
Reading, a fire; almost seems normal.
Relearning parenting lessons: when cranky, feed.
We two disagree about essential groceries.
No plays no films no galleries.
The Time arts section is featherweight.
Lockdown breakthrough: read 46 consecutive pages!
Efficient meal: Cheerios straight from box.
Excited as Bodhi when mail arrives.
Zoomed with sisters; weirdly normal now.
Bodhi’s ecstatic about every day’s walk.
C painting rainbows; Zoom party decor.
April snow. Why not? Bring it.
Yet another batch of granola made.
“With” is a poignant word now.
At least the sky is blue.
At least the snow has stopped.
Blue sky, yes! New buds, yes!
Another clean cupboard, another week gone.
She forgets what she’s waiting for.
C giddy to clipper my hair.
May be wearing hats for Zooms.
Another Sunday in sweats, watching church.
Put on earrings for online church.