“No, no, it’s just that you and I have been pretty much self- isolating for the last week, and normally we spend some time every day in the church garden, and.....
Diane interjected “Are you getting tired of me?”
“No, no,” I said hurriedly, “that’s not it. It’s just that.......”
Diane interrupted again. “And you know that I am worried that when we get the volunteer Garden Crew back to work, the tasks will be overwhelming.”
“I’m worried as well,” I said, happy to get a word in edgewise.
“Then what are you smiling about?” she asked with a puzzled look on her face.
“Well, you know all those committee meetings that I used to complain about? I was smiling because I was just thinking that after a week of isolation, the interacting, the debate, and even the contentiousness that went with those meetings suddenly seemed pretty good to me. I miss being with people.”
“And I am not enough ‘people’?” asked Diane somewhat archly.
“Oh, no, your are more than enough,” I said softly. “We’ll get through this.”