Our lovely little church at home has started the churchiest church thing ever. The Diaconate, also known as committee that takes care of the needs of, like, everyone, has divided up the church membership roll and assigned a Deacon to call us once a week. Since we haven’t been to church in a while, we are getting the call.

The Deacon who drew our name is this wonderful elderly lady I’ll call Dottie. Now let me just say, Dottie is one of the churchiest people doing this churchiest church job. She’s just wonderful and friendly and talkative. And the call comes on Wednesday.

So here’s the thing. Since I’ve lost all sense of time and space, Dottie is the closest thing I have to the passage of time. Once a week my phone rings and the caller ID comes up and it’s Dottie and I think “Oh my word, has it actually been a full week since I last talked to Dottie???”

I’m pretty sure I’m going to look back and count the weeks of this quarantine based on how many calls I get from Dottie.