When was the last Literary Friday? Is it actually Friday? As we head into Memorial Day weekend, does it really matter if I know what day it is? And also- am I wearing my yoga pants for way too much of the day? (Yes, That answer is probably yes.)
Since we’re on day gajillion and 1 of this shelter at home thing- I can admit that some days I am rocking this. I wear my mask like a good girl when I go out to grocery store, I use hand sanitizer when I can’t wash my hands (although I will always prefer to wash my hands way more than use hand sanitizer), I don’t hug people or slap hands, I try to keep my own hands away from my face and I don’t walk around with my nose stuck out of my mask or my mask halfway down my face while chatting on the phone in a public place.
And then there are days that I do not handle it well. At all. I’m as pouty as my oldest niece when her little sister beats her at Paper, Rock, Scissors (and that is some kind of pouty folks…)
I’m still walking every day. Still trying to eat right. Still drinking water like a frat guy drinks beer. But man, I so wish the last time I had been in a restaurant- I wish I had ordered dessert. Continue reading
