Excuse me, Covid, from someone who’s single, could you move on? After all, the only thing that keeps me sane is being social 🙄. Now, the only social part of my days are watching my Govenor (the Love Gov) Andrew Cuomo (we have a date every day at 11:30), work video calls and walking my parents at lunch time.
Since I’m a wee bit late to the party I’m sure you’ve heard it all before about social distancing. I listen to my friends home schooling their kids (bless), I listen to my nephews and niece about how boring it is, I listen to my parents wondering what it’s like at the grocery store, I listen to zoom during team meetings and well….some people need to learn zoom etiquette. Everyone has their own situation and own set of unique problems and challenges, well I’m here to bitch about mine.
The laundry, the dishes, the workouts they seem to repeat so often, so many times. Time, what is time anymore. My friend text me a week back, 47 days he said. Can you imagine thinking about 47 days pre corona? 47 days til vacation, 47 day diet, 47 days off (yeah never happening). Anyway back to me, I think to myself how does one person generate this much laundry when she’s only showering once every 2-3 days (admit it, so are you). The repetitiveness of it all. God forbid the sun doesn’t shine, it’s as if you’ve lost your best friend.
I have tried to maintain some type of schedule. Up early (ok later than I normally would, my commute is 2 seconds), meditate (WOMENT) workout (WOMENT), shower (depend on how strenuous the workout is), tea (WOMENT), work, walk my parents 2 miles (more on that later), work, walk (WOMENT), checking on older neighbor, cook dinner, online class, sleep and repeat.
I never let myself think too far in the future. That’s my recomendation. The future is daunting because there is no end, yet. I could be alone the rest of my living days…FULL STOP.
