The days are starting to blend into one another.  It doesn’t help that I have my days and nights mixed up.  I work until 4:30 or 5 p.m. and then go to sleep, wake up at 2 am or 4 am and rock on for a few hours.  Napping before starting work at about 8 am.  This is not good.

Yesterday, Day 25, I couldn’t find anything to write about.  It was just a day.  I researched the CARES Act for funding for the nonprofit I work for, I wrote some business letters and I worked on the webpage.  Nothing scintillating there.  I’m also teaching myself Photoshop Elements which is slow going because my brain just doesn’t work the way that software was written.

I did talk to Chef Boy ‘R Mine:  a real phone call.  Neither of us had much to say but it was good to hear his voice.  His birthday is on June 15th.  I’m hoping to be out of shelter-in-place by then.  Maybe, I’ll even go to Atlanta to see him.  I do miss the boy.  I also miss his wife.  I don’t have a pithy nickname for her yet.  I adore her though.  He chose well.

It’s 6 a.m. Time to start this day.  I’m thinking of actually showering and putting on real clothes.  Maybe that will make it feel like a real day.  Nothing ventured, nothing gained. . .