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COVID-19: Day 9 I’m a slug and an artist-in-residence (or artiste!)

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brown slug on coral

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I’ve been a slug today.  I have done nothing of any import.  I have eaten multiple times.  I have danced with the puppies.  I have stalked Facebook.

An aside:  I moved a Milwaukee boy down here and was present when he encountered his first slug.  Now it was a really big slug, but still.  He was a really big guy.  Anyway.  I heard bellowing from the downstairs.  I rushed out of the bath and down the stairs to find The Ex cowered with my infant son pointing at a slug and its slimy trail on the  carpet.  He was terrified.  Horrified and lots of –fieds.  I was amused.  He was not.

Tomorrow, I go into the office to pack up my PC and files to bring home.  Call it a hunch, but I think West Virginia will be ordered to stay home very soon.  I need to be ready.

I did run across an amusing meme today.  I am Connie, the artiste-in-residence at The Barn of W. Va. Fur & Root.  Namaste, y’all.

COVID-19: Day 8 Part 2

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Yes, I think this is going to be one of those historical lines in the sand. That was then, this is now. So, I blew the dust off my blog and am posting daily journal entries. I think we’re in for a wild ride — right now the bicycle is just wobbling but I think we’ll be into full-blown careening before long.  — A comment I made on a Facebook post.

I just turned the governor off.  Rumor was rampant that he was going to close the state.  It sounded to me as if he’s leaning that way, but not there yet.  Instead, he exhorted us all to work from home if we could, wash our hands. and encourage others to take this seriously.

I’m taking it seriously.

I truly believe that this is one of those moments in history where we date things before and after.  Pre-9/11, Post 9/11.  Pre-World War II, post war….  Etc.

I’m emotionally worn out.  And eating potato soup with dumplings.  I’ve had Law & Order:  Special Victims Unit on mute all day and Alexa blaring music of my choice.  I’m full-blow A.D.D.

This too shall pass.

 

COVID-19: Day 8 When this is over. . .

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COVID-19 is a kind of war, I suppose.  All I know is that I woke with this song stuck in my head.  I’ve been singing it all day.  Alexa, bless her robotic little heart, plays it for me anytime I ask.

In the spirit of hope, I purchased shoes today to wear when this war is over.  They’ve been in my Amazon cart for months and I HAD successfully resisted in buying them, but today was different.  I’ve been avoiding thinking too far into the future for fear of what my brain will conjure.  Yes, my anxiety — worry about the future — is in hyperdrive.   I’m not usually anxious.  This is new behavior for me.

I’m driving myself slowly crazy.  So in the interest of mental health, I let my brain fast forward to the time when this all over.  My life’s motto has long been “this too shall pass.” Hence the new shoes.  I decided that I will need new shoes when I foray into a crowded public again.

An Aside:  When I was a child, I was told (by a book?  a teacher?  my own imagination?  I don’t know) that, surprisingly, shoes are one of the first things people notice about a person.  I took that way too much to heart.

We should be well into sandal season by the time I get to wear them.  In the meantime, it appears I shall have time to do a great many things around the house that I haven’t had time or motivation (or time and motivation at the same time) to tackle.  When this war is over, I envision having a clean, well-organized home.  I’m also going to lose weight, write my first novel, and teach my dogs some manners.

My hopes may be a bit overblown, but this I know:  this too shall pass.

Happy Saturday, y’all.  What are you doing to take care of you?