A Sunday Visit from the Anxiety Fairy!

Good Morning, Sunday! While it was pretty frigid this morning, it’s warmed up nicely and the sun is shining.

This has been the strangest few weeks. We’ve had temperatures in the 90’s followed by a light freeze, back to the ’80s and then freezing rain. Even Mother Nature has lost her footing!

The thing that bothers me the most about this Quarantine thing is I never know what day it is. Everyone is home so it’s a bit confusing. By everyone I mean OU Boy. He’s been home 5 days now. It was on Day 4 that I sent him and all of his belongings to the hotel. I thought I wanted a divorce. Turns out I just didn’t want to hear him breathe while I tried to finish a book. By bedtime, he was home and this morning had to do the walk of shame at work to go get his meds! The bad news is he brought germs home. We both now have a fever, chills, aches and awful coughs. We just thought we were cured. Now we can’t taste anything or smell anything. I made some lunch and he said, It’s warm. We will find out tomorrow if we are dying or not. It feels like it. But then I whine a lot.

The word Compassion was on my mind this morning. People are getting downright mean! Our parks are closed and still, people are over there getting germs all over the equipment. Old ladies are yelling at people walking the track. Stop following me!!! Um, ma’am, it’s a circle. I’m trying very hard to be compassionate, I am, really. But I’ve discovered that when I’m sick, I’m rather testy myself. I’ve washed my hands with so much alcohol and soap that when I pee, I clean the toilet.

We’re going to take a nap now. Be Safe. Wash your hands. Don’t be a dick.

xx P