Life in the Time of Coronavirus (Week 6)

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.

Going nowhere, more slowly than ever.
The world is in a chrysalis.
Every day’s stumper: What’s for lunch?
Awake half the night solving—nothing.
Having good days requires sheer willpower.
Coveting my kids’ weather. Also youth.
Outdated reminder: Pack for Austin trip.
“Dr. Death” distracts from real thing.
Minecraft elbow. The pain is real.
Plumb out of six-word stories.
Swapped Bogs for wellies. That’s something.
Apparently we eat lots of granola.
Finished my stash-busting corona cardigan.
Resourcefulness ceases to deliver same satisfaction.
Knitting is easier than not sleeping.
Absence makes the heart grow weary.
Puts on a dress. Doesn’t help.
Cowboy boots will make the difference.
A little sunshine would be nice.
Governor’s new guidelines: bikeshops not bookstores.
Every day, exciting to be Bodhi.
NYTimes trades “Travel” for “At Home.”
Is skinny-dipping in tub even possible?
Perhaps it’s a matter of intent?
Attitude. It’s a matter of attitude.
Today the day to stay abed?
Speaking for me: healthy, so fine.
“Happy are the kind and compassionate.”
Something interesting almost happened, then didn’t.
Meditation: sew masks while watching church.
Car battery dead. No matter. Seriously.
In the woods, everything’s all right.
Dandelions doing well. Foraging in future?
Watching spring unfurl before my eyes.
Brene, we’re all at 20 percent.
Missing everything, everyone; screens are inadequate.
Bodhi, doe pointed at each other.