Dear Friends and Family,
It’s Day 12 of captivity. I’ve gained two pounds. I have to resist the urge to eat cheese all day. It’s bad enough I take my vitamins with wine.
I’m still going to work for a few hours each day for a change of scenery. I’m not a dress-down-for-work kind of gal. Yesterday, I wore a skirt and heels. Just for me.
I rarely see anyone when I’m there. Yesterday, though, I saw the CFO at the water cooler on the second floor and the woman in charge of special projects down the hall. We all paused in our tracks, giggling nervously. The CFO went back into his office, and Special Projects let me go into the bathroom before she continued down the hall. Six feet of space, people.
Later in the day, I crossed paths with the CFO again. Same situation.
Him: Stay on your floor!
Me: I don’t have a bathroom up there. Unless you want to spring for a Porta Potty, I’m coming down!
When I was at my university the first time around as an English major, I won a major award for writing. The prize package included “Love in the Time of Cholera.”
In our house, it’s “Love in the Time of Corona.”
Gideon broke up with his girl Peyton. He informed me last night:
I don’t want to be in a relationship anymore. It takes up too much of my time. My precious time.
Incidentally, I won the award for a short story I wrote called “The Pot Roast.” It was about my weird grandmother wanting raw meat as a Christmas gift.
Last night, I made the dish.
Gideon, girlfriend-free with precious time on his hands, roamed into the kitchen.
Him (peering into the pot): What’s this?
Me: Pot roast.
Him: We haven’t had that in a while.
Me: Yep. I’m bringing out all the hits.
Him: Top 20?
Me: Top 20 from the 2000s.
After dinner, the family decided to play Twister. Yes, Twister. I’ve still got it! I managed to keep myself up plus Dominic. I bowed out when a spin for me would have required me to sit on his head. Let’s not get crazy in confinement.
Nighttime also is TV time. Even “sheltering in place” cannot help me get through the treacly “This Is Us.” I deleted all episodes in my queue, and instantly feel better. (Honestly. It takes itself SO SERIOUSLY. It’s like a DC Comics movie.)
I’m still taking CORVID-19 seriously. Perhaps too much. I got a little worried earlier this week because I had a sore throat and a headache. Insert panic. Then I realized it’s springtime in the South — an inch of pollen everywhere.
Maybe that explains the guy restocking at the gas station. He emitted a small cough. The cashier and I whipped around on him.
Me: How long have you had that cough?
Him: (Scurries quickly away from the loud lady)
Stay safe, and don’t get Corona-ed,
Beth
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