Like many of us, our world has gotten very small. Pete and I are gratefully able to work from home and we also don’t actually leave the house unless absolutely necessary (about once a month). My MS treatment has me at higher risk, so I am keeping all of the distance. I like to think that our two-bedroom, two-bathroom condo with a small kitchen and a two-chair porch is as tiny, precious, and decadent as Lizzo’s Valentino purse.
Below are some quarantine scenarios that I have been running into as I attempt to keep up the decadences.
- I have learned that my resting bitch temperature is 97°.
- I now own porch shoes.
- My face masks are just bandannas with hair ties and they are so thick that my glasses get fogged.
- So far, my coat closet and main bathroom are very clean, and I will eventually get to everywhere else.
- I also have workout plans.
- The one migraine I have had during quarantine was (I think) because of dehydration, so I am now keeping Gatorade in business.
- Thanks again for the many pajama bottoms; they have been especially handy.
- The first day that my bangs grew to barrette length, I mourned in a black shroud.
- Crawler earrings.
- Headbands take up too much back-of-ear real estate for glasses.
- Staying in the house for almost two months, my foundation is now 2 shades too tan for me.
- Basically, all that said, my phone doesn’t know me anymore. When I put my face to the screen, I am forced to enter a pass-code about 60% of the time. The phone is there to protect Emily, and I am no longer Emily.
I don’t know her.
How are you keeping up the decadences?
P. S. I have also put together a ton of little baggies with carefully counted two servings of peanut M&Ms / one serving of almonds, and I have been eating around the almonds.