Saturday, April 11 marks the 23rd day of our quarantine. Although the public beaches on Coronado Island are closed, our campground has a small private beach that people keep using. It wraps around several military housing villas, whose residents typically don’t use it much on normal days.

However, now we see more families walking their dogs and playing ball. Swimming isn’t really an option since the water is ice-cold and the bay of San Diego isn’t particularly clean.

The dogs absolutely love it, and so do I. After a week of rain and grey skies, it’s finally sunny. My husband being home is a nice bonus too.

He’s been quite stressed from work and the weekdays usually involve him needing to blow off some steam. So, having a day off was very welcome.

Unfortunately, it’s too late for him to take leave for next week, but he might be able to take time off the week after, which would be good for his mental health.

Not that we could go anywhere if he did. We can’t leave the campground because we wouldn’t be allowed back in. For the past month, only current campers are allowed in; once you leave, you’re not coming back.

We could consider spending a night in the desert and sleep in the truck, but I don’t want to take risks or be somewhere where people might resent newcomers.

Today, we did a lot of cleaning as the house was a mess. The bad weather sapped our energy and I hadn’t felt like tidying up much. Even walking the dogs sometimes felt like too much of a chore.

It’s amazing how a bit of sunshine can make you forget about a tough week. And maybe it’ll be the same once this virus is over. Big celebrations and we’ll forget all about it. Do you think we will?