Its been 53 days, since I have had the pleasure of going our for a drink with my friends, been to spin class, shopped in an actual store, not worn a glove while pumping gas, or done my official kiddo greeting duties at the front door of the school. My May and early June Glamping reservations have been canceled by DNR. I also own multiple masks that I can switch out based on my outfit…although my OCD prefers one specific one. I ordered food from one of those meal delivery places because I am tired of my own cooking, and…
Week 4 working from home, week 1 teaching from home…It’s going to be fine…
I survived spring break. Barely. By the end of the week, I had read 38 True crime novels on my kindle and went over my Amazon monthly book budget by about $200…because Kindle unlimited sometimes just doesn’t cut it. True crime probably wasn’t the best choice because I didn’t really need all that darkness after three weeks of social distancing, three weeks of hit and miss (mostly miss) weather, and three weeks of hit and miss (mostly miss) exercise (I NEEEEED my endorphins), and to much to overthink. Oh, and quarantine 15….yeah. That’s not a joke. See the part about…