Today is a day. It's just another day. I am up at 4 am and I've been up since 2 am after falling into bed exhausted at 7 pm.
Reading through some blogs from the last year, I realize that I've documented a journey. A journey that was not always pleasurable. Yet, I'm glad I've written it. So here's a list. I love lists.
A list of things I've realized during the pandemic:
I am prone to wearing the same thing every day.
A house dress is my preferred attire after satin pajamas.
Pajamas are for day, a punk rock tee and shorts are for bed.
I like to cook breakfast but not dinner. I'd rather order in or eat toast.
I use a lot of ink cartridges and my printer hates me.
My home office has become my work space and my bed and couch my creative space.
I have some serious intestinal issues.
I drink way too much espresso and left to my own devices, with no one checking me, I will finish a huge box of nespresso in a couple weeks (don't ask me how many pods that is because you don't want to know).
My dogs sustain me while also concurrently driving me insane.
My voice is my own.