Shelter in Placing

Verb; the act of doing nothing

I’ve finally found something I am really good at. I should have seen it coming. I just lounge lizarded for two weeks in a place that never heard of anything corona that didn’t involve beer. They were a bit late to the game but are making a heroic effort to catch up. My vacay came at a time when some weird things started going on that I didn’t quite understand. Whew. I would think that a week later I would have cancelled and there would have been no gorgeous tan that no one has seen. Fortunately, since these are times that try peeps souls, that vitamin D boost gave me an added mental health bonanza. I’m one of the few people who, rightfully so, think the sun is good for them. So I came back to Ohio refreshed and nervous and self-quarantined but ready to nest. A lot of decisions have been made for me and I’m kind of digging it. Don’t go to work. If you say so. Stay home. Ok if I must. Read. Bingggg. Just doing my part. Let those roots grow in. Nooooooo. That’s not happening. Nice and Easy on the way. Probably won’t be nice and maybe not easy but my sacrificing stops there. I’m just not going to spread anything but my *ss and feet. Slippers do not have much support so looking forward to flip flop weather. Loads of support there. My sweatshirt collection is quite vast, and I’m on the every other day bra cycle. Let’s not get crazy here. Yesterday was nopening day of baseball season. When the schedule first came out, everyone was peeved that it was in March which is usually quite chilly on Lake Erie. Of course, it was quite lovely yesterday. Wasted energy complaining. My shopping online habit has come to a standstill. All dressed up and no where to go. Poop. My ‘better than Alexa’ and her hubby gave me and Mack Daddy a really great virtual rock concert last evening from their basement. Encore! Encore! Quarantini time was fun to share. Of course, we need to go out for the third time this week to get our two week supply of booze. Will deal with that problem later. Or not. The Metroparks have reserved 6-8 AM for seniors and those at risk to use the parks. That is SOOOO nice!! It’s pitch dark and thirty degrees!?$&!!! Then we can go shopping for the early bird specials. How about reserving from one to three in the afternoon??? Is that asking too much for a population that will be at the bottom of the list for a ventilator? I no longer have to worry about procuring toilet paper. Staples is delivering 80 rolls today. Yep, that’s what was available and I’m sure it’s going to feel just like that on my a$$. Ouch. I’d like to think I’m going to do a lot of house cleaning, but not having enough time hasn’t really been the issue. Finding it mind numbing has and will continue to be a deterrent. I still have my (low) standards. I do have a mission in mind, however, but this is top secret #beyondmindnumbing. I have 43,000 unread emails. Truth. They are all junk and I’ve tried to delete them, but while I’m deleting thirty, fifty more show up. I do have a lofty plan in mind. I spend a couple hours a day in teleconferences, or talking peeps off the ledge, so will just get that finger going until I can start fresh. Of course, when I’m let loose again the last thing I’ll probably want is to be on a device, so the cycle will continue and now my dirty laundry has been aired. Oh well. Moving on. To where?? I have built a tight bubble around me. As the Matriarch of my world, I feel it’s time to adult. One little prick and it could all whoosh away. I ain’t scared. Kind of. #don’tbeaprick #goaheadandpronouncetheLinsalmon