In April 2020, we invited writers in Quebec to submit a story of a single day during the strange, uneasy time of coronavirus and pandemic, of social distancing and self isolation, of lockdown and quarantine.
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This piece is by Michelle Ariss, writing on Saturday April 4, 2020.
Saturday April 4, 2020: the fourth day of the fourth month of a leap-year, the spring most of us wish we could just leap over. Go directly to summer or even further, into autumn, instead of pandemic “jail,” although the quarters to which I am confined are about as far from a prisoner’s four walls as they can be. So, no complaints here, unless I talk about the fact that, at the age of 70, I moved from the Eastern Townships, where I had lived for close to two decades, to a neighbouring bilingual city in Ontario where I know no-one. The closest family member lives a good hour’s drive away.
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