So, the world is going to hell in a hand-basket. We’re being lowered into the abyss because of the coronavirus, AKA COVID-19. We are being urged to discontinue our usual activities that involve social contact. Brian and I have had to cancel several work, family and social events that were scheduled for March and April. And no one knows how long this will last.

There’s no other way to say it, loving and living with another human being is damned difficult. It doesn’t start out that way. In the beginning it feels right. Our heart soars, our loins leap. We are wildly optimistic. The bodies we possess start pumping out neurohormones that seduce us into believing that this amazing new person is the source of our newfound bliss. 

Day to day life as a married couple brings with it the perennial challenge of figuring out how to show up. For Marcia and I, not showing up eventually results in a show-down. I’m pretty adept at not showing up emotionally or energetically. If I don’t pay attention I can become ghostlike.