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?

I’m camped out in this room. It’s the cleanest and most orderly. I can delude myself about the rest of the house.

Today I officially started physically distancing myself from my fellow humans.  While I should have been cleaning the house and doing laundry, I have, instead, camped out on social media talking to anyone who will talk to me.

I’m a homebody, but if you tell me I have to stay home, I will be perverse and desire to go out.  I think it’s human nature.  We want what we’re told we can’t have.  I have a burning desire to go to the grocery store and take a photo of the empty toilet paper aisle.  Seems it’s all the rage.  That and get ice cream.

I’m really craving ice cream.

As far as I know, I will still be going to work.  I do plan on staying in my office and wielding a can of Lysol.  Not that I have any Lysol.  And not that there’s any Lysol to be had.  My mother is high-risk for the disease and it’s my goal to keep her uninfected.  It’s literally life and death.  I will find Lysol.

I am not making light of this situation.  I am just trying to have some fun with it.  This is serious shit and I believe we’re in for some real misery.  Be kind to one another and wash your hands.

Connie, in exile for the good of the realm