Diary of a writing project. Day 199: que sera sera

I love that song.

Do you know it?

« Que sera, sera Whatever will be, will be The future’s not ours to see Que sera, sera What will be, will be »

Doris Day sang it first, I believe.

The rare times I go outside my house now, that song always goes around and around in my head.

As I think about the risk of being too close from a person, as the thought of bringing back the virus with the groceries and therefore putting at a life-threatening risk my hubby-to-be, a full-on at-risk person, as my fingers dive over and over again in disinfectant, the song sings itself in my head.

« When I was young, I fell in love I asked my sweetheart what lies ahead Will we have rainbows, day after day Here’s what my sweetheart said. »

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Diary of a writing project. Day 194-195-196: eating more, writing less

What a unproductive week-end ! Writing wise, doing a good job as a mom and a parent wise !

Oh dear, oh dear, when will that book be finished !!!

I don’t know. But the food was good though…

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Diary of writing project. Day 180-181-182: End of part 1 – Thirteenth and fourteenth days –

The first part of this quarantine is done.

When it started, it was supposed to last just that: 14 days.

Now, it’s gonna last, at the very least, 32 days. It may changed tomorrow. Or the day after that.

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