I’m going to look back at this time and be like – what the hell were you doing when you couldn’t be bothered to update this thing? The answer is absolutely nothing. It’s kind of like Groundhog’s Day (I have never watched this in entirety so if I’m wrong – my bad) with a few mitigating variables. I know, K – N – O – W, how lucky I am to have a home and a partner who is still working and, and, and but it still feels so weird to not be actively working and to be pretty much indoors all day every day.
Also worth nothing – I wrote the above paragraph about a week ago and then promptly closed the window because my brain is a salad spinner incapable of standing still. Today I saw my godbaby from 6 feet away and it was joyful and sad and torturous but I managed to not cry so I’m counting the visit as a victory.
I keep expecting to wake up and feel different and maybe therein lies the problem – it’s never going to not feel dystopian to have to be in your home all day, every day. And I do fully recognize that it’s necessary but it is also pushing against the extrovert in me in every way.