I have lost track of time yet I’m more scheduled. My days are full and yet there is more time for a walk. I drink water from my glass not my thermos. And I’ve added tea.

If this sounds minor, it is not.

The view from my makeshift desk, which is an old scratched up table once used by my granddaughter to sell her jewelry at the flea market, looks out onto a field of trees and a peek at the ocean. I sit on an old rocking chair with a pillow scrunched behind my lower back in the corner of our bedroom, my cell phone and computer waiting for my first patient to arrive.

Each session is a surprise; patients have different things to say and I have new ways to respond. We share our virus stories together. We then go deeper.

My husband works downstairs at two computers, his cell phone within reach. Unlike mine, his schedule is fluid. He takes a break when I do. This is all novel, this being together during the day, with the virus as our constant companion.

I’m drained from all the talk and having him send me articles as though I can’t read them if I wanted to. I have the same subscription to the New York Times, is what I tell him. I know he can’t help himself, this is a pre Covid-19 condition. I am trying to be nicer.

During my breaks, I leave my “office,” go downstairs, then out for a walk past my newly appearing daffodils. They are perky, bright and welcoming like a friend returning after a long journey away. My dog follows alongside my husband, jumping for joy at having us home. She has forgotten all about her dog walker.

The day has many components. Discussion of food is a big one — when to go to the market, what we need and want, how many days should we buy for. I now eat three meals plus snacks. This is a total disruption of my eating pattern, which was erratic and now is disciplined.

Children are being virtually seen and heard from on a regular basis, reminding us we are old, monitoring our daily activities.

And finally the day is over. Dinner by candle light, computers and cell phones away. Watching our favorite TV series, sipping a glass of wine with our dark chocolate.

Another day safe from Covid-19.

Suzanne Weisman lives in Chilmark.