This year, even April Fool’s Day isn’t funny. Who would have thought that in such a short period of time, our lives (and by “our” I mean the entire world) would be changed so completely that we are hoarding toilet paper and bottled water. Latex gloves are a precious commodity and face to face meetings with people are just about impossible. Walking in the park has to be done with at least six feet distance between you and the nearest person. Conversations with loved ones are conducted on our computers using “apps” that allow us to see them and hear them but be safe from sharing germs. I long to have a real conversation with the new gentleman in my life. We met on a dating app, had two dates and then the world shut down.  I know that I need to be grateful for the roof over my head, the food in my pantry and the ability to do laundry and keep warm and safe. I know that there are many who never could take those things for granted, but we, in the United States, have never been in that category in my lifetime or that of my parents or grandparents. I appreciate what I have, but I long for the freedom to go and do what I please. Will that time come again, and when it does will the people I care about be here to share it with me?