the day after groundhog day

Every morning, she peeked out the window to see if maybe this was the day the covid  monster might be gone.

Every morning, there it sat, just around the corner, waiting for her.

She sighed wearily and slowly closed the blinds. “Maybe tomorrow,” she thought, as Sonny and Cher sang “I got you, babe” on the alarm radio.

Maybe tomorrow.

Maybe not.

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1 Response to the day after groundhog day

  1. Definitely tomorrow. We hope.

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