Jada59
Literotica Guru
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I can't. I already wrote a lockdown story. I think one is enough.
I've been reading more than ever. Some of the books are ones that my daughter bought in high school, so not my thing. But I am still forcing myself to at least try to read the books I have before buying more new ones.
But reading them makes me sad. I read one set in the PNW, Canada. Reading the city names, like Chilliwack, brings back pleasant memories of salt air. And then I think... I will probably never go there again.
I've been reading of people wearing no masks, going to bowling alleys, pool halls, nightclubs, restaurants, etc. And then I think... I remember! But those things are no longer.
I am currently reading a book about Stalin's children. It's a true story but not a nice one. Yet I can relate. That's sad.
I feel stuck. I can't seem to get beyond the endless days of meals, exercise and not a lot more. Unless I decide to go out, and all the hoops that going out involves. *sigh*
This is sucking the life and the imagination out of me. Does anyone else feel the same?
I've been reading more than ever. Some of the books are ones that my daughter bought in high school, so not my thing. But I am still forcing myself to at least try to read the books I have before buying more new ones.
But reading them makes me sad. I read one set in the PNW, Canada. Reading the city names, like Chilliwack, brings back pleasant memories of salt air. And then I think... I will probably never go there again.
I've been reading of people wearing no masks, going to bowling alleys, pool halls, nightclubs, restaurants, etc. And then I think... I remember! But those things are no longer.
I am currently reading a book about Stalin's children. It's a true story but not a nice one. Yet I can relate. That's sad.
I feel stuck. I can't seem to get beyond the endless days of meals, exercise and not a lot more. Unless I decide to go out, and all the hoops that going out involves. *sigh*
This is sucking the life and the imagination out of me. Does anyone else feel the same?