Day 151

Day 151, self quarantine:

Wednesday, August 12, 2020

Well, this week sure got significantly better.

I didn’t expect to cry but I did.  

Then I texted Julie, Natalie and Eric.  I think Natalie and I had the closest emotional reaction but we were all joyously  celebrating.

Kamala in Sanskrit means “lotus,” a flower that in many Eastern religions is a symbol of enlightenment, overcoming obstacles, and rebirth.

I’m so ready.

Listen, I know neither candidate is perfect.  But they’re not pathological lying sociopathic fake Christian imbecile criminals so they’re a vast improvement over Donald Dildobrain and CottonTop Mike.

Yes, the bar is low in American politics but I woke up hopeful and happy this morning for the first time in a long time.

A woman.  A woman of color.  

A woman with a Jewish husband and mother-in-law!

https://youtu.be/jtAPOKDV-nY

My sister!

For those keeping track of my predictions, I’m two out of four and all we need now is an extension of federal unemployment benefits and Donald PotusVirus to resign.

Donald isn’t looking or sounding real healthy these days.  Don’t count me and my voodoo doll out 😂.

Seriously.  He looks like he’s wasted in these ridiculous Nazi rallies he’s been doing daily falsely labeled as “coronavirus briefing.”  He’s mumbling and slurring words, and spouting nonsense.

After the Harris announcement, he raced to the Hannity shitshow for comfort and immediately began bleating this out of nowhere:

"If you see a windmill and you hear a windmill, your home goes down by half, or less than half. It kills all the birds.”

Then he said Harris was nasty and angry.

Think about that.  The guy who mocks the disabled and puts babies in cages and doesn’t care if you die of coronavirus is accusing someone of being angry and nasty.

His fresh attacks on Kamala are going to make him look even more pathetic and really, we should all just laugh at him from now until November 3, when we beat his dementia ridden, morbidly obese ass in a humiliating landslide.

Just like the cheap and deadly pans, the teflon is peeling off Don.

It’s gonna be ugly and scary between now and November 3, but hey, we’re five months into a pandemic, we’re clearly stronger than we think.

Of course he could resign sooner if I have my way 😜

Oy.

I need to add a few more strategic pins to my Donald voodoo doll.

So just two more days of work this week and then we’re going to dog beach with Jake.

I keep saying that, but the truth is, my garden gives me the same exact vibe and Gary’s pizza rocks my world so why would I want to go anywhere with, you know, other people?

Meh, it’s my birthday in a few days, and it’s a monumental one.  I should break out and celebrate.  It’s not every day a gal can officially retire and go to work for the Biden campaign 😜

Like how I slipped that in there?

I’m stoked.

Is it Friday yet?

Day 150

Day 150, self quarantine:

Tuesday, August 11, 2020

Yesterday was strange.  The day started out miserable but ended up fun.

Just as I finished writing my post yesterday morning and said I didn’t feel like working, woo, I better be careful what I wish for.  I had such a wave of nausea out of nowhere I barely made it to the bathroom.

The entire morning was like that, into the afternoon.  Gary kept making me drink ginger ale, which I held down for about two seconds.

“Do I have Covid-19?” I asked him hysterically.

“How?  You never leave the house.  And I feel fine.  Wouldn’t I be throwing up, too?”

“Then why am I soooo sick,” I moaned.

“I dunno, Rob. Do you think it’s something you ate?  What did you have yesterday?”

Hmmm.  What didn’t I eat.

The day began with pancake bread and sort of spiraled out of control after that.

In the world according to Robin, if you begin the day with cake, the entire day is a wash-up and there’s no sense in dieting, it’s an all you can eat event until bedtime.

I am Exhibit A why diets don’t work.  That’s why most of the time, I eat healthy.

Anyway, yeah, I had a bad day with food on Sunday and my body isn’t used to it anymore.

At one point I had a hunk of chocolate in one hand and pretzels in the other hand and I was alternating bites.

Anyway, I was miserably sick yesterday, and then I read on Facebook that a girl I grew up with, the slightly younger sister of a childhood friend, died suddenly which completely freaked me out. 

I felt so beaten down and sad, and I still couldn’t shake the nausea or depression by mid afternoon.

But then Gary made me some plain white rice which he insisted I eat and I started to feel better, and then I learned he had a zoom meeting with his musician pals from the music camp he should have been at this week with Julie just like every second week in August since 2011 (sob)...so since Gary had no clue how to work zoom, I had to get off the sofa and out of my own head to help him.

It was hilarious.

Gary was an SNL skit.

But he finally got the hang of it, and it was a lot of fun for me to sit here and listen.

I still don’t feel 100% this morning, though I do feel much better.  I never understand why I do this to myself but luckily it doesn’t happen often.

Most mornings I have a smoothie for breakfast made with fresh fruit and raw cashews and I’m good.

Ugh, so now I’m a day behind at work again and I’m not really sure why I’m doing that to myself, either.

But on the plus side, now it’s a three day week and I’m so busy it’s going to go fast.

That’s my theory and I’m sticking to it.

Happy Tuesday.