It’s possible that Tiger King has traumatized my husband. I’ve watched plenty of true crime trash in my time, but the folds of his tender and innocent brain are entirely untouched by several iterations of the Lacy Peterson story or the Slenderman documentary or episode after episode of Forensic Files. He kept asking me, “What are we watching???” with this quizzical-yet-terrified look on his face. Every twist in the story shocked him afresh, whereas my take was more along the lines of okay so when does this start getting weird.
We are almost finished watching Tiger King. After that, I am not sure where we will go, entertainment-wise. It could be anything, really. My taste-meter is wildly miscalibrated due to being stuck in the house for 19 days.
I am a little bit back on Twitter (just not endlessly doomscrolling) and I saw someone mention yesterday that they’re only on day one of a stay-at-home order. AMATEUR HOUR. Ohio is way ahead of you young Padawan! (If you’re wondering where I fall on the nerd scale I had to google “is padawan capitalized” just now. Negative nerd points for not knowing, many many positive nerd points for the act of googling it so I could get it right.)
Yesterday it was nearly 70 degrees. We were almost not even bothered by the 40-50mph wind gusts, though at times it made walking with your eyes open difficult. As we walked, I tried to put my finger on why it should be that a stroll on a windy, warm spring day can still be eerie under our current circumstances, but I finally decided that it just is. I know what I know. There is no temporary forgetting.
I do think we are getting used to our new normal, which is probably for the best in terms of general mental health, if not great, Bob! for a million other reasons. But yesterday felt like a mostly normal Sunday, other than the relentless handwashing of course. Dinner was sausage and white bean gratin, which I have easily made dozens of times by now. It was the only thing I really cooked yesterday. Very unusual by quarantine standards!