you will receive 452 emails with the above opening statement, assuring you online and brick and mortar stores are freaking the fuck out.
If you aren't, 'freaking the fuck out' well, I don't think I want to know you.
It is Day 3 of the furrior and well, I'm spiralling down the rabbit hole of being productive.
I haven't washed my hair in a week, and not sure when I last bathed. Meh, who cares? I'm not seeing anyone. My family is ignoring me anyway.
As I am an only child, I have learned to entertain me, myself and I because I was a) weird, b) lived in apartment complexes with criminals and rapists surrounding us and scoping us out and c) well, raised by a single mother who wasn't a joiner. Love ya mom!
Three days into 'social distancing' and I have made a goal for myself to do something direct and worthwhile. I need human contact though (sorta). I mean I really don't want to see anyone. Just want the ability or option to do so if I feel particularly cute and/or clean.
I am sure this venture/adventure will last like a day or so but one can try to be thoughtful and intentional.
(thoughtful and intentional sounds like a self-help book title. I hate self-help books)
I am going to send a letter, note and/or card to a friend or family member every day.
Like the olden days.
by candlelight and quill pen.
Like Jo March or more like Dorothy Parker.
I'll be adding my usual flair to each note.
Such as.....
If I like it enough, I'll have prints made for sale in my Etsy store.
One day.
when I wash my hair and such.