If if it wasn’t for this nasty Coronavirus:

I could have been spending a nice long weekend here.

 

 

A beautiful and rather expensive resort on the Maine coast.

I would have been walking these vast halls….

 

 

On the way to our timeshare condo  (which go for up to $700 a night in the summer, but which I snagged at the bargain basement off season price of $300 for 4 nights as a surprise for the husband’s birthday) ….

 

 

 

 

I should have been sitting here…

 

 

Fresh out of the hot tub with a cocktail and an ocean view.

I could have, would have, and should have been doing all of those things. But instead I’m stuck inside the house blogging while hiding from an invisible bug that wants to kill us all.

That’s just wrong.

It’s supposed to be almost 60 degrees today, a rarity for March in Maine.

I could have been walking here :

 

 

The Rockport breakwater, which leads to….

 

 

It’s very own teeny tiny lighthouse.

It’s cute damn it! And I should have been taking photographs for a future blog.

But no.

 

 

I won’t be eating at one of the resort’s 2 restaurants.

 

 

Or having a cocktail at the ice bar.

 

 

Granted, that would probably have been slush by tonight…  but still!

I could have, should have, would have been enjoying it all.

But I did the right thing and cancelled the trip so I can social distance, or shelter in place, or avoid the plague…. whatever they’re calling it these days.

But that doesn’t mean I have to be happy about it.