Day 128

Day 128, self quarantine 

Monday, July 20, 2020

I’ve lost track of what week this is.  18?  19?  At this point, who cares, we’re counting months and we’re well into month four.

Welp, I had my thumbprint cookies.  Maybe it’s just me but they taste better with kids and Christmas.

But they were still good.

Okay, they were freaking amazing.

And now this week I’m just doing smoothies and salads in penance.

I think I better get out of my pajamas, too, and put on some tight jeans.

So for Christmas in July yesterday, I bought Casa Slick a new kitchen mat, some brightly colored kitchen towels, and eight really cool green glass vintage Coca Cola juice glasses.

Yeah, Coke juice glasses, that’s how they’re advertised. They’re six ounce glasses which I love because I’m weird.

Ho ho ho.  I know how to live.

But now today is like December 26, I’m bloated and miserable from too many cookies and too much chocolate - oh yes, there was also chocolate because once Gary learned I was celebrating Christmas, he got all nervous he needed a present so he ran out and came back with two bags of Lindor Truffles.

Ugh, it’s actually good I did that yesterday.  I got it out of my system.  I could eat a salad for breakfast right now.

Yep, I definitely have that post holiday depression thing going on.  I’m not feeling work but I have so much I’m heading upstairs the minute I finish writing this.

My hope is I’ll be so busy I will forget to be blue.

And then I’ll spend the rest of the week living in the moment being kind to myself.

As I told Eric yesterday, everything is so awful and bizarre, we have no idea what’s coming, it’s out of our control.  What we can control is how we react to it.

Sure, easy for me to say.  

We all know I’ll be the one hiding under the bed if one more thing happens.

Oh, I’m kidding.  Most of us are a lot stronger than we think, me included.

But yeah, how we react to things out of our control is key.

If there’s one thing I have learned in my old age, everything passes.

So I’ll take my own advice today.  Is everyone I love healthy and in happy relationships?

Yep!

Okay, then.

Everything else is bullshit and will pass.

And with that, I’m off to start my week.

Stay strong, fellow apocalypse dudes.

Day 127

Day 127, self quarantine:

Sunday, July 19, 2020

So the rumor is true - downtown Philadelphia has completely lost its mind and it’s Christmas in July and I am so here for that it’s ridiculous.

Look at 12th Street.  It’s glorious.

“Can you make cookies?” I asked Gary after I showed him the pic.

“What took you so long?”  Gary asked.  “I’ve been waiting for that question since March 13.”

“I honestly don’t know. Probably calories.  But I weighed 135 this morning so that means you can make thumbprints and almond cookies.”

He broke out laughing.

“I love your logic.  You don’t want peanut butter cup cookies why? Because you don’t weigh 125?”

“Exactly.  Conversely, if I weighed 140, I’d ask for oatmeal raisin.”

Gary rolled his eyes.

“And if you weighed 150?”

“I wouldn’t ask you to bake cookies in a million years.”

“Really?  Never?”  

“Never.  I’d buy them and hide them all over the house and eat them in the bathroom while you walked Jake.”

“What? You do that?”  He honestly looked shocked. 

Huh?  Has he not lived with me for a hundred years?

Hmmm.  I must be a very successful sneak eater.  Yay me!

I blushed and twisted a lock of hair nervously around my finger.

“Nah, I’m kidding.”

“No, you’re not.  Jesus Christ. You hide food?  Do you need to go to rehab?  Why do you eat in the bathroom if I’m out walking Jake?”

“In case you forgot a bag and had to come right back in.”

Gary, who was sitting on the sofa hugging and kissing the dog, replied, “You’re insane. Jake, Mommy is insane.  Tell her, Jake.”

Jake looked over, yawned, and gave me his paw.

I reached over and shook it.  “I love you, Jake.”

“Jake, tell Mommy she’s a lunatic”

“Jake, tell Daddy he’s making out with a dog and asking him to berate his own mother.”

Jake jumped off the sofa to get the hell away from both of us.

Oy, this apocalypse and too much time together is brutal.

Nah, I truly love it.

Well, most of the time, the hanging out with Gary and Jake part.

And the working from home in my pajamas part.

And clearly the eating part, including the Christmas cookies in July part.

That’s it, though.

Everything else is crap but I gotta look at the bright side or I really will go nuts.

So today will be all about July Christmas cookies and maybe even presents.

Why the hell not.

Happy Holidays!