Greetings from my Kitchen Table. It gets to be a proper noun because I will soon establish residency here. Can we all agree that this is a bizarre state of affairs in which we find ourselves? My birthday was March 5th. I was at dinner with 11 girls and pumped about Daylight Savings Time. Maybe I was loosely familiar with the term Coronavirus, but I had no way of knowing how much weight to attribute to it.
A little over a week later, I have transitioned to a Work-from-Home setup (or a #WFH, for the youths). My child’s school is canceled “until Friday” (see also, “until I get another e-mail extending the cancellation further”). Currently, she is sitting in a unicorn chair in my bedroom dressed as Elsa, watching Frozen 2.
I am admittedly out of my element here, friends. I am what you would call an “extrovert. ” The most accurate definition of an extrovert with which I most identify is someone who recharges her batteries being around others. BINGO! I am someone who wants to talk about everything. To me, people are basically just onions (except, I love humans…HATE onions). People have layers — extremely interesting layers.
Anyway, we are in unprecedented territory, friends. I am going to miss having face-to-face conversations with a diverse array of people, but I have a few tools in place that are quarantine-proof.
There is an app for alcohol delivery | You will pay dearly for it, but is sanity priceless? I submit that it is. | If you buy a new outfit online, but no one is around to see it, DID YOU EVEN BUY A NEW OUTFIT? | Go Running. Viruses can’t take running from you | I found a Playlist on Spotify that amassed NOW THAT’S WHAT I CALL MUSIC! VOLUMES 1-50 | Stay Tuned for “How to Incorporate Chick-fil-A Sauces into Everyday Recipes” |
Anyway, as your conversationalist, can we talk about your quarantine strategies?
Be good to each other. I love you. Bye.
YOUR CONVERSATIONALIST 