Am I allowed to say I had a great day? When I think about it everything within our 4 walls marches on. We laugh, play, cook, and snuggle. I secured grocery pick up in a town 18 miles away so we are rich in milk again– 2.5 gallons worth should last us about 5 days. There were still shortages of yogurt, cheese, and meat but those things we can make some adjustments for and do without. The boys and I spent our morning play time out on our road, Thad pushing Hart in the mini stroller and me jogging beside in the overcast 41 degree weather. We did 3 laps. I only did 2 last time so I guess I’m progressing. I prepared a few pieces of mail and 2 packages to send to Chambry- one for her birthday and one of summer hand me downs for Rosie, my niece. I set a few things in the mailbox for our carrier to take. Marc said he would try to help me print labels from stamps.com for the rest. Mom made her famous enchiladas and delivered those and a little sack of groceries to Granny’s garage. They spoke to one other from inside and outside to maintain a safe distance. Mom said she looked and sounded great. I cautioned Mom to monitor her senses of smell and taste. I read something somewhere that said that can be an early symptom according to a team of ENTs. Now I’m second guessing myself because I can’t recall the source. Hope I didn’t get snookered by FAKE NEWS. A lot of misinformation and rumor churning. The dear leader is a heavy contributor in that department and not much else.
Marc has been slowly working on creating a more sustainable work space by cleaning up his desk and migrating his stuff from our dining table to the home office dedicated corner of the front room. He was also more helpful just in general today. It really is so appreciated but I should work on demonstrating that a little better.
The news remains grim. Still no deal on a stimulus bill. My brother learned he was laid off for an additional 2 weeks so he filed for unemployment with the state of Illinois. My sister and her husband received a stark email from their CEO- big changes and cuts are coming. What exactly still remains to be seen. I can’t image that fear on top of this existing fear. I’m so grateful and I guess that’s what I mean by I had a good day. I didn’t cry. I didn’t meltdown. But I am in mourning for whatever loss is coming next or maybe one that I don’t realize is already gone. Hard to explain. My nerves are shot. Marc suggested I call the “teledoc” for a script. What could they even give me? I’d love a daily dose of marijuana I can tell you that much! And no, I’m not one bit ashamed. I tried to make a cocktail like all the other moms. It was disgusting but I can’t stand to waste so I set it on the table for Marc to finish. He took a few gulps.
On this day, 8 years ago I moved to 113 1/2 E. 1st Street Bloomington, Indiana. I adopted my kitty Tupelo and started my job with the HR team at Worm’s Way. My life has changed in so many beautiful and unexpected ways since then. I guess I’ll just keep riding the wave.
Tonight we are finishing the Tiger King documentary. It has turned deeply upsetting here in the last few episodes but I’m not a quitter.
The Mother Bever 