I hit a wall in week two of the Safer at Home order.
Then I hit a wall during week three.
See, what happened is that I was actually doing too much, still. Too much talking to people on the phone, too much walking around my neighborhood, too much being okay.
So I had two realizations during those two wall hits: I’d had enough. Of what, I wasn’t entirely sure. But I knew that I was exhausted and I felt like I didn’t have enough time and also that I was overwhelmed.
Yes, this is during self-isolation when I have nowhere to go and nowhere (save a handful of scheduled meetings) to be. I had still figured out a way to make myself busy.
I joined Instagram in *checks first post* 2014 and since then, I have made exactly eight posts.
See, the thing about Instagram is that I don’t get it. I mean, I get it. But I am not really a pictures person. I’m a words person. I love words. I have a lot to say about most things, most times. (Anybody who knows me well or is a regular reader of the blog is like, “MOST????”) Anyway, the point is that a platform based on pictures doesn’t really speak to me, generally speaking.
I mean, honestly, do you know how long it took for me to add pictures of book covers to my book review posts? A long time is how long because I was like, “Who needs pictures? It’s a book! It has words! Look up the book if you want to see the pictures! This is about words!”
Like almost everybody, I have upped my handwashing game. I make sure to wash my hands when I come into my home from outside. I wipe down my door handles and phones and then wash my hands again. I try not to touch my face. I usually fail at not touching my face (though I am more cognizant of the fact that I’m touching my face and therefore try not to use my hands to touch my face).
Like most other people, I also enjoy all of the handwashing guides set to different songs. I’ve seen a lot I like, but my favorite so far may be the “Thong Song” one because that song is a bop that slaps. (Did I use those terms right?)
I do not even know how many at this point. Some are for planning purposes; some are me and my homies. I’m in a group where we send each other meal ideas each day, another that includes updates of my friend’s partner’s comics. Another led to the birth of a hashtag that I would share with you but it is the insidest of inside jokes and literally only makes sense within the context of the group text thread.
Like the fact that I’m writing this post after midnight because I started working on something else and lost track of time, perhaps?
Or the fact that I woke up for some unbeknownst reason (stress, probably, because I knew I needed to go to the grocery store?) at 6:15 a.m. so I just got up and did yoga after making my list?
Or maybe like the pep talk I gave myself before I went to the grocery store for the first time since all this *waves hands* started so I reminded myself that, you know, they may not have everything I need so to get what was available and make substitutions as necessary? I mean, that’s why I bought plain unsweetened vanilla almond milk instead of unsweetened vanilla milk, for example.
Whew, this past week has been a bear. I’ve had a headache of varying intensity for the past week. Both (last) Monday and (this past) Saturday’s headaches migraines were so bad that I basically stayed in bed all day. I had stopped tracking my headaches (I tend to get them in clusters twice a month) so I wasn’t surprised I had headaches this week. I was just put out by the intensity of them.
Anyway, Saturday was pretty bad and then it rained, and it’s supposed to keep raining so I think at least part of it was due to the pressure change. At any rate, I’ve had a mild headache on and off today, so I hope/think I’m at the end.
The D key on my keyboard doesn’t work. Worse, I have to press it down so hard to make sure that a D shows up when I want it to that the letter has rubbed all the way off–so much so that you can see the light from the keyboard pretty clearly. The D key is also cracked, which you can’t see, but which I can tell because of how hard I have to press it. Oh, and this all started with my E key sticking and now my R key also doesn’t work that well. You know, I go to type “press” and it comes out as “pess.” Super fun with chatting.
The point is that it sucks. It’s hard to type anything. This has been bugging me for ages. I mean, at least a six months, easy. If not a whole year. Ahem.
My daughter is here with me during this COVID-19 crisis, and I could not be more grateful.
Regular readers of the blog may remember that my daughter started a study abroad program in Japan this past September (2019). The plan was for her to do a year-long program, but decided that it would be better for her to take the semester option. So after the winter break, she didn’t return to Japan.
Living queen emoji Meg Cabot has decided to bless us with Corona Princess Diaries. That’s right: completely free updates of The Princess Diaries in which Meg Cabot shows us how Princess Mia is handling the global pandemic.
If you have never read The Princess Diaries before, this is an excellent introduction, though it does spoil the (obvious) ending of the book series and also has mild spoilers for the Middle School Princess series. You can read this to get a sense of Cabot’s writing style and humor and why I love her with my whole heart. (Also, of course, you can get a sense of just how different the book series is from the movies.)
Here’s an excerpt from Day 3, which made me laugh out loud: