I left the house yesterday for the first time in over 35 days. It was just to take some soup to my in-laws, but it felt weird hopping in the car and driving. Jen’s been doing all the errands because I’ve been working, and since I’m already a mess thanks to my asthma and allergies, it’s better I reduce my exposure to everyting.
I thought I’d write more during this. I like the idea of keeping a journal during this pandemic to look back on. That didn’t happen. I think mostly because not much is happening. The days all kind of bleed together. I have little projects, but nothing I really feel like talking about. I don’t feel like doing more baking shows. My experimentation in the kitchen is now mostly trying to come up with creative ways to use up almost-expired canned goods.
I love that people are being creative within the constraints of our new reality. I don’t know where we’ll end up after this, but I’m hoping that creativity doesn’t stop.
I wish I had something useful to say. I’m just trying to keep going.
Kevin, I think you already know this, but I think it’s important to hear/read it from other people: you’re not alone in the way you feel. I’m heading into week 8 of working from home / shelter-in-place life, and it’s laughable because my thoughts are both, “Already?” and “Wow, it’s been forever.” Our idea of normal, including the passage of time, has been wildly warped.
It’s okay if you want to take time for yourself and “do nothing”. Think of that time of “doing nothing” as you giving yourself time to cope and practice self care.
Take care of yourself. Let’s chat soon. ❤