COVID-19: Day Two of Exile for the Good of the Realm

I am officially stir-crazy.  I can do nothing better than anyone you know, and prefer to be home more than any other place.  BUT tell me I have to be home and perverseness kicks in.  I have a mad desire to go out and about.  And do what?  I don’t know.  I don’t feel like doing anything.

Weeks of this, perhaps.

I need to formulate a plan.  It should involve cleaning and writing.  It should involve cuddling puppies and letting friends and family know that I care.  It should, most definitely, involve laundry.  (Alas, I am so behind.)

It should not, as it has today, involve eating a full meal every couple of hours.  At this rate….well, you know.

What are you doing to keep yourself sane?

3 thoughts on “COVID-19: Day Two of Exile for the Good of the Realm

  1. Writing. Calling people older than myself (a 93-year-old and a 98-year-old). Rehearsing songs I haven’t played in years. Realizing I have no excuse NOT to get that $#@!!! novel into shape after all these years when the universe says ‘Stay at home!’ Eating too many Haribo sour gummy bears. Meditating, but not enough.

  2. You will prevail. Because the virus wouldn’t dare mess with that can of Lysol. For us life hasn’t changed drastically except to speed up a couple things we thought we had the rest of the month to do. Now, we are home for the duration or until we run out of something vital. I worry that we’ll use up stuff that we will need when the crap does actually arrive. I worry about sons, siblings and grandkids. I worry about storytellers, musicians and other artists who have no work, suddenly. I worry about all those who have lost their jobs. But I know I can’t change all that, so I just do what I know I can do. Which is bascially what I have done all along.

    • I am anxious. Much more so than I thought I would be. My mother is 79 and COPD. I’m worried about infecting her. I’ve practically had to hogtie her to get her to stay home. I am worried about the economic fallout of all this, but I’ve lost so many folks in the past 6 years. I just can’t bear the thought of losing anymore. I will get through this but I still feel as if I’m waiting for the other shoe to drop. I dom’t think it’s really even begun yet. Sigh.

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