In the space of six weeks, this quarantine diary when from a project about a novel change in our lives into a monotonous chore. I still plan about writing about life during corona time, but I’m drowning in my own details.
You would think that after everything I’ve written about quidditch, writing this would be easy. The days I’ve stared at my monitor trying to write this post would tell you otherwise.
We hit the one month of sheltering in place and it’s going about as well as you’d expect.
We spent my birthday and my favorite holiday at home this year. Here’s to being happy with good enough instead of perfection.
Let’s talk about the three types of heroes on my mind this week: that guy who wandered around with his twelve friends, some characters from a long time ago and a galaxy far away, and finally, the people doing the essential work that keeps the world (barely) running.
I’m tweaking my posting schedule for these weekly updates, so this one’s going to be a bit shorter than usual. I’ll be posting on Monday mornings instead of Tuesdays, so this update only runs through last Sunday.
Three weeks, nine posts, and a very full recycling bin later, it’s over. We have a winner.
I took yesterday off for an unscheduled mental health day, but we are back and ready to finish out this competition by this weekend. Things not going to plan wound up being the theme of this semi-final.
These two semi-finalists might be light on flavor, but they were both heavy on escapism.
This is the week that the novelty of staying home started to wear off.