Day 267, self quarantine:
Sunday, December 6, 2020
Only 45 more days of 45.
Happy Sunday!
Day 264, self quarantine:
Day 262, self quarantine:
Tuesday, December 1, 2020
So cool, cool, Donald and his family are still saying he won the election because I guess everything really is opposite in 2020.
Whatever, dude.
I can’t wrap my brain around a lot of things.
Like the virus. I’m getting more terrified by the minute.
Like nine people I knew closely got it and died.
Nine. All were my age except two. And one of the two was 43.
How the hell do I know nine people...nine people...who died in the course of nine months?
Like, this is month nine of quarantine and Christmas is in three and a half weeks and I don’t even care.
I really feel changed on so many levels, it’s going to be an effort to do anything shallow.
On the other hand, everyone loves presents and this has been such a miserable year so I am gonna force myself to get into it and I bet my mood will improve.
I guess.
I’m gonna be honest, the Donald thing is getting to me. He’s just so toxic, and so are his base, that I’m angry and exhausted.
This is outrageous.
Why can’t he just concede?
HE LOST.
L O S T.
He lost.
Gah, okay, I’ll stop.
I probably should have taken a longer journal vacation, huh, because all I want to do is scream for paragraphs how much I hate him, his family, and anyone who voted for him and the many, many reasons why.
But I won’t.
I’m just so pissed, though.
And I’m not afraid to say it.
Jesus, I hate stupid people. Why are people so STUPID?
I really hope this is over in 50 days.
And on that note, it’s off to paralegal world.
I feel better now though.
Happy Tuesday.
Day 253, self quarantine:
Sunday, November 22, 2022
Guys, due to my high level of anxiety over what I am positive Donald is planning, the unbelievable stupidity of the people in this country unwilling or unable to properly educate themselves, and the unrelenting stream of Facebook memories of Thanksgivings past that are making me cry, I am unplugging until after the Thanksgiving holiday.
See you on the flip side.
Day 252, self quarantine:
Saturday, November 21, 2020
I’m not feeling it today.
I’m scared about the virus and whatever ominous activity an unrestrained Donald is clearly planning and I miss my kids.
That’s the post.
Happy Saturday.
Day 251, self quarantine:
Friday, November 20, 2020
Well? Did I tell you I had a vision?
My pencil tree is adorable.
That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.
I was actually happy for a few minutes last night.
But oy, Donald, what are you doing to me?
A coup? Really?
Four years of sleepless nights and now this, just in time for our miserable holidays, without our families or sick or both?
Really?
Since I’ve watched him not be held accountable for anything including sailing through impeachment and as an accomplice to the deaths of 250,000 Americans, sure, why not?
I’m terrified, actually, but I feel terrified in general these days, what with gun violence, global warming, and oh yeah, a pandemic.
I gave up pills and drinking WHY?
Oh I’m kidding, I still drink.
Anyway, this morning I have to send my boss the Answer and Memorandum of Law I’ve worked on all week and I swear, it’s like being back in school and turning in a paper all over again but worse. I’m filled with so much self doubt it’s ridiculous.
Fun fact, kiddies. I knew being old would be a drag, but I thought, hey, at least I’ll finally be comfortable in my own skin because I won’t give a shit anymore.
HAHAHAHAHA.
Yeah, wrong.
Anyway, I’m nervous because it was something I’ve never done before and while I know my writing is good, I’m always nervous I missed the legal point.
Oh well. That’s the nice thing about being at the end of my career. It is what it is.
HAHAHAHAHA.
Oh god, I better go upstairs and take another look at this thing before I send it.
I need cookies.
This is not going to be an easy Friday.
Day 250, self quarantine:
Thursday, November 19, 2020
250 days of isolation.
Sounds like a made for television movie, doesn’t it?
I didn’t realize it until I typed it.
Oh well. I’m more shocked that Thanksgiving is just a week away.
No, I won’t go there.
I rather focus on Gary’s savory bread pudding with orange rosemary gravy, which will be the centerpiece of our meal.
And whipped roasted maple butter cayenne pepper sweet potatoes.
We haven’t decided on a green vegetable yet but we’ll figure it out.
Not sure if we’ll need dessert but Gary wants to make apple dumplings in custard sauce, too.
Whatever. It’s all good.
Except Donald.
I don’t want to discuss it now, but I’m worried.
Anyway, I got nothing today, I have to go upstairs early and work on a project I don’t think I am smart enough to do but my boss thinks I am so I have to at least try.
While I’m gone, enjoy this picture of Gary completely freaking me out last night.
I know, right?
Relax.
It’s a Christmas ornament.
Happy Thursday!