Well, There's That

It's becoming increasingly difficult to enjoy the quarantine.  At first, it was kind of like a giant vacation for the nation, but now it 
has lost that appeal.  It has left small towns and villages to look like ghost towns, their centers void of any kind of human activity.  It makes it people grumpy, sad, lonely, scared and confused and makes it difficult to find joy.  
The Voice, that lives in my head, pipes up, "You got a roof over your head?"  I answer yes.  "Well, there's that."
"You got clothes to wear?"  Yes.  "Well, there's that."
"What about your health?  Other than you have tried to eat your way out of boredom, you're pretty healthy?"  I sigh another yes.
"Well, there's that."
"So, since you are pretty healthy, from all that food, could it be considered a blessing that you had food to eat in the first place?"  I can hear a bit of snarkiness coming from the Voice, but again, I answer in the affirmative, knowing what is coming....."Well, there's that!"
"You have a car?"  The Voice knows very well the answer to this question and before I can answer, it quips, "More than one?"   I just nod.  "Well, there's that!"
I got up to leave the room, even though I knew it was in vain.  The Voice, hot on my tail and pecking me on the shoulder starts again, "Hey, you got family?  People who love you and care about you?  Those same people, they come visit you, right?"  I whisper a silent yes.  "Well, there's that!"  
I'm walking faster now, heading for the back door.  "Just one more?"  The Voice sneers into my ear.  "Go for it.", I reply.  "You got people who pray for you?"  
My hand on the door knob, I stop dead in my tracks.  I hear the soft swishing of the robe the Voice has worn for the last 60 days, fall silent behind me.  I think about the question.  The Voice always likes to turn the knife blade, but only to make a point.  Yes, I have many people who pray for me.  They have probably held me up in petition when I could not utter a word myself.  I have seen the power and miracles that have materialized in my life because of the kindness and love of others.  A tear runs down the side of my face as once again, I nod a silent yes and brace myself for what is coming.  "Well.  There's.  That."
I step outside and breathe in the fresh morning air.  I look at my surroundings and I realize how very blessed I am.  It hits me like a sledge hammer, as it always does, especially when I've been having a pity party.  I walk down the driveway.  I know the Voice is following me, bathrobe swirling in the light breeze, but once the Voice gets outdoors, it becomes enthralled with all that the Earth has to offer.  It will leave me be, for awhile and well, there's that.