Thought I’d take a minute out of my *cough* busy day and check in with you to see how you’re all doing in quarantine.
We’re on Day 13 in our house (voluntarily), and since Minnesota has issued a “shelter in place” for two weeks that begins tonight, I will have officially been in
jammies quarantine for one month when — if? — we are able to resume activities mid-April.
I’ll be honest, as someone who prefers staying in, so far I’m not bothered by it. A friend once told me I was an “extroverted introvert,” meaning while I am social and (overly) talkative in group settings and often mistaken for being an extrovert, I recharge (and thrive) by being alone. So being in quarantine — the reading, the working with a cat draped across my keyboard, the hot baths at 2 p.m., the working out in my basement, the Netflix lunches — isn’t really any different than how I prefer to live my life anyway.
Except for the daily trips to Target.
God, I miss Target.
So, not that you’ve asked, but what have I been doing — besides eating my weight in Cheetos — for the past two weeks?
I’ve been reading:
I’ve read a few books, but these are the ones I definitely recommend:
A Good Neighborhood by Therese Anne Fowler
The POV this story is told from is so unique; Fowler weaves an intricate story with layers you don’t see coming. I was immersed in the characters and this highly captivating twist on the old neighborhood feud plot line.
My Dark Vanessa by Kate Elizabeth Russell
This one isn’t for the faint of heart. Very troubling account of a young girl who gets swept up in an abusive relationship with her much older private school teacher that defines her life well into adulthood. You’ll ache for Vanessa as she battles the demons (and demon) that rule her and you’ll want to shake her into realization and give her a hug at the same time. I was transfixed by this powerful, timely book.
I’ve been crocheting:
I recently finished this fun market tote I was planning to take on our spring break trip to the Keys to use as a beach bag, but now it’s just been hanging on the stair banister, mocking me. The other day I got out some fun, twisted yarn and started a small lap throw, but ripped out four hours of work when I realized it wasn’t quite the look I wanted.
So then last night I started my favorite ripple pattern with the yarn, and after an hour of crocheting the finger-cramping base rows realized I’d counted wrong and had to rip it out once again.
It’s okay, I think I’ve got plenty of time to restart it.
I’ve been working out:
Thank god for Obé Fitness, you guys. If you follow me on Instagram you’ve seen my lovely #sweatyselfies since I started working out with all the amazingly upbeat Obé instructors (who kick my ass) in late December, and now I couldn’t love it more for giving me literal strength to make it through these tough days.
I’ve been journaling:
For me, journaling looks like a lot of lists lately. I feel too overwhelmed to write a play-by-play account of what’s happening and all that’s on my mind, so I keep it to lists like:
• Things that suck about this
• Things I’m worried about
• Silver linings
• Things I’m grateful for
• Things I’m eating
• Things I shouldn’t be eating
I’ve been watching shows:
The Voice (watching this season live each week)
Little Fires Everywhere (liking it better than I liked the book)
The Bold Type (caught up now)
This Is Us (waiting to watch the finale because I can’t bear for it to be over)
Schitt’s Creek (ditto about season 6 — I’ve only watched half because I don’t want it to end)
Ozark (season 3 drops TODAY 3/27!)
The Outsider (Stephen King — super creepy — not my favorite)
And you guys, don’t even get me started on Love is Blind.
My older daughter tried to convince me to watch it for a few weeks and I resisted, and then the other day caved, because FOMO, obviously.
Holy hell, these people are RIDICULOUS.
This show is RIDICULOUS.
I can’t even believe how stupid the entire premise is … and now my husband and I are totally sucked in.
It’s been a while since we’ve hate watched a show together and I forgot how fun it is. Almost makes me want to get back into snarky, mostly-true recap writing again.
I’ve been getting outside:
Thankfully, this pandemic didn’t hit when it was the dead of winter here in Minnesota. While it’s still cold, brown, and soggy, at least we’ve had days where we’ve been able to go out for walks and get some fresh, cool air.
Oh yeah, and …
I’ve been aging:
But more about that another day.
The past few days I haven’t felt like doing much of anything I need to be doing, though. I haven’t worked on any new content, haven’t written anything I feel like I should be writing now that I have the time, haven’t cleaned out a closet or the junk drawers that won’t open (anyone else feeling the pressure from all the spring cleaners who are busting ass out there?). I have been completely unproductive.
But that’s okay, right?
The intermittent insomnia that I beat back in the fall has returned, and lately I haven’t been able to fall asleep until 1, 2, or after 3 a.m. Even though my family is all safe together and I have made it a point to not read or watch the horrifying news stories, my brain is working overtime.
Keeping my focus on what I can control is key to staying positive. I absolutely love this image I found on IG the other day ~
We just have to take this day to day, my friends.
We have to take the naps.
We have to listen to the good (and bad) music.
We have to sing along loudly.
We have to get outside when we can.
We have to rip out the crochet and start again.
We have to eat the entire bag of Cheetos.
Now it’s your turn. Let me know what you’ve been doing right down there in the comments. Give me more book and TV recs, tell me a funny story about your kids, let me know what you’re overeating —I really want to know!
Just please don’t tell me you have a full bag of Cheetos in your pantry.