Day 34

Day 34, self quarantine 

Yay, it’s Saturday!

It’s funny how the dynamic has shifted in Casa Slick now that Gary is also working from home.  While all the days roll into one in Quarantine Land, we definitely have our delineated weekends back.

Yesterday at 3:00, Gary shut down his laptop with a lusty “Thank Fucking God!” I heard all the way upstairs.  

I giggled and was dying to join him but I was still tethered to my own computer until 4:30.

Typically on the weekend, we are both in great, laid back moods and eat pizza on Friday nights and either do leftovers or takeout on Saturday nights.  We both agreed years ago we have no clue why people jam crowded restaurants on the weekend - we always preferred eating out on Tuesdays when it’s much more low key and we don’t have to listen to the people at the table next to us talking in graphic detail about their recent medical procedure.

Are we the only ones this happens to?  Gary and I swear we’re freak magnets for these people.  Just had a boil lanced?  A nasty, painful stomach blockage?  Say hi to Gary and me, who rarely go out to dinner anymore but okay sure, we want to hear all about your oozing pus!  In fact, we got all dressed up for it!

So yeah, now that I think about it, Gary and I have been in training for quarantine most of our adult lives.

In keeping with the Friday theme, last night Gary made nachos, which is basically pizza from a different culture, and we sat on the sofa happily  munching watching a hockey game from 2008 like it was brand new.  For a few brief hours, it was business as usual here and it was glorious.

I’m debating about tonight’s dinner, because what else would I typically do at 6:00 a.m. on a Saturday morning?  The reason I say that, though, is I woke up to an email from my favorite Indian restaurant that they’re offering contactless curbside delivery.

Oh my God, I’ve been waiting twenty years for this.

And Indian food is the one cuisine Gary doesn’t do, preferring to keep it “restaurant special.”

So is takeout food coronavirus safe?  How fitting would it be for my favorite meal to be the cause of my death...sigh.

Nah, I know it’s okay but I’m gonna wait for the snoring big lug upstairs’ opinion later.  I’m guessing he’s going to shout an enthusiastic YES.

I’m going to let him sleep in all morning in furtherance of our Let’s still celebrate the weekend theme.  It works for me, too.  While he sleeps, I watch all the food tv I tape during week while straightening up the living room.  Omg did he do a number down here this week.  There’s four pair of sneakers out - holy hell, he’s not even going anywhere!  Oy, I have to stop looking around or I will make myself nuts.  It’s like living with a teenager.

Thank god 😎

So today’s plan:  Watch Thursday night’s Top Chef, which I specifically save for Saturday morning since it’s my favorite of all food porn competitions, clean up this hell hole, and then, there’s a cool live stream on this afternoon to support local musicians starting at 2:00that I believe takes us to the big Stones I mean Lady Gaga extravaganza tonight.  Here’s the link for the Philadelphia event at 2:00: https://m.facebook.com/events/217181859368750

Anyway, woo, it’s already late, it’s already 6:45 a.m.and Top Chef and a fresh pot of coffee are calling my name.  

Happy fucking Saturday.

Day 33

Day 33, self quarantine 

Happy Friday.  Time is so strange during the apocalypse.  On the one hand, each day seems to last forever.  On the other hand, on Monday we’ll be starting week six.  It’s surreal.

So I’m feeling kinda terrible and embarrassed  about yesterday’s post and I want to apologize.  When I write journal type entries, they’re streams of consciousness and I’m saying what I’m feeling at that moment.  For the last couple of days, I’ve absolutely adored working from home after a month long struggle.  So I may have been a little too enthusiastic about seemingly enjoying our pandemic and outrageously insensitive to anyone suffering.

Do I want the quarantine to last forever?  Of course not.  I want everyone to get their lives back.  I know people are emotionally and/or financially devastated.  I get it.  I know how lucky I am.

I want my life back, too.  I want to hug my kids.  I want to walk on the beach.  I want to see live music.  

For the love of god, I want to get my hair done.

I just got all caught up in enjoying hanging with Gary and Jake and earning a paycheck while wearing pajamas.  

And to be honest, I’m also worried about rejoining society.  I’m really, really scared of getting sick. Because as I write each day, it’s that fear which is propelling me.  I don’t want to leave the house until it’s at least somewhat safe.  I’m not ready yet and I doubt I will be ready anytime soon.

At least Donald didn’t “order” us back on May 1. As usual, his loudly touted presser last night was nothing more than his usual unhinged sociopathic speech without a real plan or strategy.  And please tell me how no one in mainstream media isn’t asking IS THE PRESIDENT HIGH?

People, I’ve done my share of drugs.  That dude arrives at the podium every night wasted out of his mind.

Unless, as some professionals insist, it’s frontotemporal dementia.

Either way, this whole thing is nuts and terrifying as hell.

I am definitely not putting my life in his tiny orange hands.

So I’m  not sure what my future holds.  I’m not joking when I say I have real claustrophobia and panic attack issues wearing a mask and I honestly don’t know how I will get to and from work when that day arrives.  I’m just hoping I have some more time at home to figure it out.

Like Gary said a few days or weeks ago, who knows, a pandemic isn’t the best time to make a life decision.

Anyway, yay it’s Friday.  Not that it matters in quarantine world, but it’s still the weekend and now that we’re out of Passover food jail, I’m thinking nachos tonight.

Omg, Gary’s nachos.  You have no idea.  He makes everything from scratch and it’s as close to nirvana as I get 😎

When I eat Gary’s nachos, everything is alright in the world.  For the moment, anyway, and that’s good enough for me.

Have an awesome weekend.