You all know what I’m talking about. Those wonderful high school Zoom concerts where everyone is in their own square entertaining us. Is it just me (probably) that finds it annoying? I just had a video meeting with a board I’m on and was not fond of my square. I showered and dressed. Put full makeup on, including eyebrows. But when I saw that fourple chin it was just not happening. Out and out. (And not to be judgy but you all didn’t look that great either). Kidding. Kind of. I just don’t really need to see everyone to have a conversation. It was actually distracting to the content. I was much more interested in looking at your stylish living room then hearing what you had to say. But then I’m pretty shallow sigh. Take my center square, please. I know the kids are all doing their homeschooling that way, but they only have one chin and that’s where it needs to stay. At this point, the breaking news is not. It’s the same stories reported ad nauseum, and just seeing Governor Cuomo’s sausage fingers over and over is giving me nightmares. Ohio’s Dr. Acton is now looking like a sad sad puppy and I just want to throw a shoe at her. Her calming influence is now making me prickly as you can see. My news consumption is slowing down. I’ve been starting to find our President kind of hot, and that’s a weird blogue just waiting to happen. Despite the media perception that we are all just laying around in our pj’s watching trashy Tiger shows on Netflix, most of the peeps I know are pretty busy. The parents, of course, are struggling with the kiddos to get through their online curriculum. One of my wee dearests assignments was an outdoor scavenger hunt. Well, bundle up family, it’s go time. Trying to navigate a work at home environment for those that are able takes some commitment and patience. At one time it may have seemed like the ultimate dream, but now you realize that it kind of blows and you’re growing moss. I do try to walk at the park most days, but it is getting too busy and I’m giving people dirty looks when I think they are invading my space. My hiking shoes are waterproof so I veer off the path into the muck when I sense danger ahead. Like a double stroller and a dog. Head to the hills!!! Of course I’ll probably end up with typhus and ringworm, but not the biggy. My reading genre has to change. I go through phases. Might be historical fiction for a few months, then women’s lit, or the Book Club reads that everyone’s talking about. For some reason lately, I started back to those Stephen KIngish type authors where strange stuff is happening, but the good writers make it seem all too real. Now that 2020 is stranger than fiction, I need to make my way to something lame. Like my blogues. No one finds them more brilliantly fascinating then I do. Will have to visit the archives. Might be a nice refresher to reminisce about the good ole days. Sigh.