We all got up and enjoyed homemade biscuits and gravy made by Marc. I took the extra step of opening a tiny bottle of champagne that has been languishing in the back of the fridge for mimosas. We decided to all load up for a trip into town to refill our propane at the Menard’s self-service station. I brought my trusty Lysol and hand sanitizer. Marc reluctantly humored me by spraying down the machine. It wasn’t working so we drove around on a bit of a sightseeing tour for our side of town looking for other self-serve stations. There were an alarming amount of people shopping and out and about. I worry about the ratio of my fellow citizens taking this threat seriously to those that are not. In my mind, I lash out and call them mean names like morons and dumb shits. Social media and a constant stream of dire news reports are starting to wear on me. I’m agitated and angsty. Finally, we decide to head back to Menard’s and purchase in store. Only Marc goes in to complete the transaction and I liberally spray from the car dedicated hand sanitizer. We head home hungry and ready for lunch. Marc makes a chicken teriyaki stir-fry on his outdoor cooktop. I help cleanup and decide a nap would suit me best. I wake up 2 hours later and decide after the week’s events this would be the best thing for me. Rest and unplug. Let Marc handle the boys and really take a break. Well, as all moms know that is like never in the cards. Somehow that translated to bring the boys into our room to roughhouse on the carpet. Hart pulled my lamp off the dresser and the glass shattered. Marc and I exchanged words in our mutual frustration. When calmer heads prevailed, we had a good talk to lay out what we needed from each other as partners as we face this together. We are so very lucky to have each other—today and always. Crazy to think about our 5-year anniversary approaching. I’ve been thinking back to our honeymoon a lot. The time we spent it Italy were some of the best days of my life. Which reminds me about the most distressing news of the day. On Twitter, a man compared the obits page of an Italian newspaper of 2 weeks ago to the multiple PAGES of today’s paper. Stark. Black and White. Bleak. Then as I was about to go to bed I saw people reporting the devolving situation at American airports. Trump’s policy without proper planning was on full display here as new customs procedures were adopted for returning international travelers. It led to a wall to wall gridlock of passengers shoulder to shoulder waiting up to 7 hours in line to get their bags and go through new customs screening procedures. Maybe they were having their temperatures read? It is unclear. What is clear is there wasn’t staff available to handle the masses. A dangerous and completely avoidable situation. By this time, it was 1AM. I debated whether or not to text my sister and ask her to call in to her double shift. I talked myself out of it by remembering that her airport is not a major hub. She is a smart and informed person and I trust her to make good decisions. Needless to say, I got little sleep. I looked at my phone before bed and I just shouldn’t. Further, it may be time for me to delete the social media apps from my phone. It seems like they are doing more harm than good.
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