Quarantine Shenanigans
I am still here...in my house...alone most days while my husband is at work.
Here are some of the things that happened this week.
Leaving the bathroom, I struck my best Evita pose and sang out...
“Don’t poop for me Argentina.
The truth is I did it myself.
It had been two days.
And I was in pain.
But now it’s happened.
And I feel better.”
The cats raised their heads from where they were lying in the bed and stared at me. Then went back to napping.
It was the only audience response I have had in months.
There was a large container of leftovers in the fridge: spicy beef noodles I had made (yum!). I decided to heat the entire container, eat some, and trash the rest. I took the container to my office to catch up on email while I ate lunch. Then next thing I knew I was holding an empty bowl. Yep - I ate the whole thing. Ugh.
I had an extended conversation with Siri. It ended when one of my questions illicited the following response:
“You ask too many questions.”
I dreamed I was performing at a theatre. Turned out it was a Republican fundraiser. I was pissed at my agent. In the middle of the exchange the Stage Manager came in and announced the event was canceled because tRump had a heart attack and died. I started to laugh. The audience beat me to death while I laughed. I woke up laughing.
I solved a problematic code issue this week, spun around in my chair and reached for a high five. I realized there was no one to celebrate with so I shouted “F*ck you Engelbert! I deserved that high five!”
I don’t know anyone named Engelbert.
As I often do, I went for a drive this week to get out of the house a bit. I parked in a strip mall and had imaginary conversations with the people walking around. I realized it looks like I am having a phone call in my car, so not weird at all - right? My social time ended when I got in an argument with a woman about the fact that she was not wearing a mask. Okay, in the interest of honesty, my social time ended because I was yelling at this woman and someone parked right beside me and started to stare. But I made my point.
Just another week of lather, rinse, repeat...mental health challenge edition...
Just sayin’
