Today marks the end of the 6th week of quarantine, day 42. Forty-Two by, the way, being the "Answer to the Ultimate Question of Life, the Universe and Everything."
I may be getting a little frayed, and am definitely a little furry around the edges.
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Newest round of letters to kids, out today. Because kids
should get mail when they are stuck at home. |
I love, love LOVE my husband, and enjoy spending time with him. We've gotten along great, just he and I in this house. We have worked our full day jobs, cleaned everything multiple times, cooked, watched movies, exercised, sent several rounds of cards and letters to small people, gone in the hot tub, did some yard work when it wasn't snowing, watched the entire season of Love is Blind (firmly testing the limits of my ability to tolerate "reality tv"), cried over Daniel Tiger in the Mr. Rodgers movie (d
@#n you Hanks), celebrated Easter and my birthday (thank you again to all who attended my online surprise party!), clearly
read magazines, finished some books, listened to audio-books, walked the neighborhood, and still have
not completed the bathroom (the mortar is now arriving next week. Home Depot refunded the shipping).
But it would be nice to have, like, in-person contact with someone else too. Zoom just isn't quite the same.
I've resorted to talking to animals like some sort of demented Snow White.