Every Sunday morning, it’s kind of custom for us to go have brunch at Jean’s Place, and then to the local farmer’s market. While the restaurant was shut down, I did take-out.

Now the restaurant is open and limiting the number of people who can eat inside. I’m still being cautious about the virus, I wear a mask outside and avoid crowds in enclosed spaces.

Maria and my doctor have educated me to be mindful of the virus and what it can do to people like me.

Jean’s set up a bunch of tables outside and we can get the benefit of the parking lot view, which we did today.

We go inside to order, and they bring the food out in take-out boxes.

As always my egg n’cheese and potatoes were delicious and Maria and I sat talking quietly.  I joked about the view, but I liked it back there. I was shady and clean and inviting.

I’m not sure what will happen in the Fall, but neither is anybody else. I’m living in the now.

I’m just grateful they came through and every seat that could be filled inside (under the new regulations) was filled. The pandemic is about more than sickness, it’s also about changing and growing.

Jean’s Place is moving along with the future. I’m going too.