The sun is shining and it’s very spring-y outside. I took the big little dog outside for a roll around in the grass (him, not me) and he was very happy about it. His naughty little sister is at daycare today. Actually, I should not call her naughty anymore. She is mischievous but usually, usually pretty good.
Three of the puppy’s paws are exactly matching in terms of markings but her right front paw is different. We used to call it her Bad Paw or her Mean Paw. Her Mean Paw would make her do things like bite me until I bruised, or scream the night away in her crate, or eat things she wasn’t supposed to. I’d sing her a song called “Don’t Listen to Your Mean Paw” that was all about ignoring the devil on her shoulder and paying attention to the angel instead. We have now downgraded Mean Paw to Mischief Paw.
I’m seeing a lot of my friends and coworkers say (“seeing” because this is all on various social media) they are hitting a real pandemic low point right now. I am definitely feeling that. I was full of energy for the first several weeks, like if I just stayed on top of absolutely everything I could just busy my way through this hell period. Now I just want to lay down and not care about anything. I don’t even care about watching movies or television, I just want to lay like broccoli and not think.
Today is my one-year workiversary. My boss sent me flowers for the occasion and even in the midst of this shitty situation, it was so joyful to see those blooms on my front porch. I feel lucky about my job in a thousand ways, especially now, and I wish everyone felt the same.
It’s warm-ish enough tonight that we are going to roast some hot dogs and maybe, maybe even pull out the patio furniture, though I can predict with near 100% certainty that I won’t feel like doing that once evening rolls around. Perhaps that’s a task for tomorrow or this weekend.
Next week we reach day 60 of quarantine, or stay-at-home, or whatever you want to call it. I know now that this will stretch on indefinitely in some ways and while that’s HELL OF DEPRESSING it’s also better that I accept it. Acceptance! That’s a good thing right?