We're supposed to blog and journal about this time to document what things were like and I don't know what to say. It feels kind of like basic training where everything was suddenly so profoundly different that there was just no way to summarize or speak to it.
I remember reading somewhere about how incredibly boring terrifying things can be. I wish I could remember what that was about. I feel restless already and probably because I was home sick with strep and then isolated to recover and then isolated by mandate. I want to rearrange furniture and make art and build a bookshelf and buy a house and change careers, but I'll just wash the dishes again.
Well, that was cheery. Maybe I will rearrange some furniture. That always makes me feel better.
