Sunday services at our church were on hiatus, the spring library book sale wouldn’t happen at all, and our paper towel supply was dwindling fast, but the slow and steady rhythm of those old-fashioned keys oddly soothed me. The quarantine all too easily reminded me of what we didn’t have. Smith & Brothers machine stirred an unexpected wave of gratitude. But since the coronavirus quarantine, the sight of J.P. As a neat freak, nothing sends me into a tizzy faster than clutter. to reveal his latest acquisition, I lost it. The following post is part of our series on perspectives from disabled and chronically ill people regarding COVID-19.
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