Day 5Millionth of the Quarantine

Ok, that title is an exaggeration.  I know that.  It hasn’t been that long and it really hasn’t been than difficult.  I have plenty to do and plenty of craft things to play with and lots of puzzles to put together so I am good.

From the first day of my self imposed quarantine — the day after we returned from New Orleans — I have maintained my regular routine.  We are retired, we had stocked up on food and goods, we don’t have a huge social life so for the most part life just went on as usual without the normal after school pick up.

Then yesterday happened.  My husband wasn’t feeling well — not virus related — but allergy related.  He has been out in the yard cutting down two trees

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 The pollen is high and the photinia’s are blooming which bring a bumper crop of that little allergen as well.  So, I was on high alert.  From the moment I got up everything was wrong.  Finally late afternoon I realized what was wrong....

I never got dressed.  Or combed my hair.  Or put on makeup or shoes.  So, 4:30 p.m. found me in the shower trying to scrub off all the ick of the day — the bad mood, the worry, the fear — and it worked.  I cooked a favorite dinner of mine — tacos because on Wednesday, in Texas, we always had Mexican food in school and old habits die hard. We had dinner, watched a little tv, fussed at the dog and I went to bed improved but with new resolve.  Tomorrow (today) would be different.

So, I woke up before the alarm this morning which was good.  Instead of just laying there mulling over our current situation I got up and reverted back to my FlyLady days.  I got dressed to the shoes — fully dressed with makeup on, hair combed and jewelry — yes, jewelry except for rings because rings are supposedly problematic when trying to keep your hands cleaned.  I am not too worried about it though since we aren’t leaving the house and nobody is coming in.  My biggest source of grief is mail and deliveries.  I am a madwoman with a can of Lysol.

So, how did I do this morning?  I feel better than I did yesterday.  However getting dressed in the semi-dark when all you wear is dark clothes is a bit difficult — I have on a pair of navy LandsEnd stretchy pants (really comfy, heavy weight) and a black long t-shirt.  Now I was raised that you don’t wear navy and black together so in my mind I look somewhat like a short, round bruise.  But, I am clean, I am dressed and I am feeling ready to deal with the day and whatever that brings.

Apparently what that brings is the need for face masks.  So, this morning after I finish the Girl Scout patches I am going to go through my supplies and see what I have to make masks.  I found a pattern that uses Pellon interfacing as a filter.  I am sure I have some so I am going to try my hand at it.  How hard can it be?  I will let you know.

So, with that — I need a cuppa and a little watch at the news and then off I will go.  Be back later.