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I’ve been isolating, in earnest, since March 13th, so this is the start of my third week of limiting my outings and grocery visits. One thing I was worried about was how little my life would actually change, since I work from home normally. In some ways, very few things have changed, and in others, everything has changed. It’s hard to feel cut off from friends and family (mine is across the country), and the existential dread is, at times, crushing. Each day I’m identifying a list of four things to complete (not inclusive of showering or cooking food). These things can be as simple as “email so and so” or as complicated as “write an article”. Time slips by strangely, and I’ve mostly stopped keeping track of it in the afternoons and evenings.
I’m isolating with my husband and my dog. As of publishing, we are healthy.
Forgot to set my alarm last night so I woke up a little late. Seems like a big deal for about 30 seconds, then I remember that I have nowhere to go and time is meaningless.
Husband and I play tennis, and since we’re isolating together, we’ve been playing on the very few nice days we’ve had. (I think people forget that you have to touch the same ball, so even though you’re standing far away from each other, you’re still sharing germs.) We head to Clark Park to play. The two courts are stacked on top of each other and not next to each other, limiting any closeness between us and players on other courts (yes, they are out there). It’s brisk and windy — definitely not ideal tennis conditions. It’s not really all that fun, but it’s exercise and sunshine on our faces. We see some people we know and yell-chat across the street and the park.
Champaign Park District has put up some signs around the playground saying that it’s closed. No one used the playground while we were there.
Return home from tennis, have lunch of leftover saag I made for dinner the previous night. I respond to emails and write a SPlog.
Shower and get dressed.
Head into my office to do some more work. Respond to emails, write another SPlog, Address some other non-SP related work items. At some point, I snack on some popcorn.
My husband is an artist, and he’s set up a studio space in our partially finished basement. He realizes he needs some new supplies to be able to do his work (he can’t make big paintings like he usually does), so he places an order with Art Coop. They deliver!
Doggo gives me a pathetic look, so I take him on a walk. He’s just about fifteen and arthritic. Is this just an attempt to share photos of my dog so that you can look at a furry creature with big eyes? Yes. I hope it brightens your day a little.
On this walk, he’s very distracted by all the smells and the other people out and about. Some dogs bark at him. He and a collie share an extended, longing stare, as if to say, “Hey, gorgeous! We could be friends, if these humans would let us!” I wave to the collie’s person, and we keep moving.
We return home, and doggo is happy and tired. My house is now one of those with random rugs and mats and runners all over the place so the dog doesn’t slip on the wood floors.
Shortly after the dog and I return from our walk I hear my husband’s phone ring…his Art Coop order has arrived. Delivery was super fast, which is mostly just the dumb luck of when he ordered and when they do deliveries. Everything is bundled in a plastic bag; we break out the disinfectant wipes and give everything a once-over.
Start making dinner. Tonight is butternut squash soup. If you want my recipe, email me.
Once that was going, decide to make a movie suggestion bucket: I cut up a whole bunch of slips of paper, each with some sort of prompt for a movie to watch. I make some for decades and for specific dates, genres, actors, topics, and random bits (Cars! Spies!). Hopefully the hubby and I will actually use it to find things to watch instead of endlessly scrolling through the streaming service menu.
Eat dinner, watch a vapid television program. Yes, I served my soup with Wavy Lays and some random breadsticks I found in the pantry. This is a pandemic, people!
Clean up the kitchen, check emails one last time, pick a library book to read. (Sorry if you’re waiting for any of these.)
Get into bed, exhausted. Putz around on the internet and don’t read my book, but did remember to set my alarm.
Let the dog out for the last time, go to “sleep,” which is really just trying to keep the anxiety at bay until I actually fall asleep.