Yesterday I went out for my daily state-approved walk (as I have seen it called on Twitter, a website that only costs your sanity) all alone. It was nice. This is no shade to my husband, who ideally would have been able to join me, but client calls must go on even during a pandemic.
I do like my alone time, and depending on your living situation right now alone time can either be impossible to come by or all too plentiful. Fortunately, even with both of us working from home we can maintain enough separation that it is still possible to "catch up" with each other at the end of the day. I am very glad for that as it preserves some semblance of normalcy, but I am sure our conversations are exceedingly boring.
There were a lot of other people out walking with me yesterday, despite the chill and fog. I'd be alone on a given block just long enough to feel like a zombie person and then suddenly another zombie person would emerge out of the mist and say hello. I also ran into a neighbor and was able to get the full story on the car that ran into the tree earlier this week, and I was not disappointed: the woman driving the car just WALKED AWAY before the police arrived. Just vanished! There's a global health crisis on and this lady was like "hold my beer, novel coronavirus!”
What else can I tell you? I ordered a case of wine yesterday, even though we have not done nearly as much drinking as I would have thought in this situation. I sent some nice coffee to our dog daycare because they are still open and they deserve an upgrade on the giant can of Folgers I always see by their coffee maker. I didn't cook anything, which is kind of a bummer because let's face it there is precious little else to do. We are trying to find something to look forward to, even a tiny thing, each day and it has been really difficult! We are not suffering by any stretch of the imagination, but the bleakness does tend to creep in.
I found time to paint my nails yesterday, something I haven't really done in at least a couple of years. I don't know if you know this about me but I have something like 400 bottles of nail polish? I no longer really use any of it because I get a gel manicure every two or three weeks, but that routine is completely hosed for the duration of this mess so home manicures it is. I made a series of very janky Instagram stories about it, if that tells you anything about where I am, boredom-wise.
Today I am going to order a leash coupler so that I can take both dogs on a walk without performing the romantic comedy trope of girl-who-gets-adorably-tangled-in-dog-leashes. I will report back on what is sure to be a hilarious mistake!