Life Inside the Quarantine

It's been 3 weeks of enforced isolation. 3 weeks of work from home and really only supposed to be seeing those who live in my apartment on a regular basis (we may have cheated last week and gone to hang out with friends for Wrestlemania... sue us). 3 weeks of paranoia that we or someone we may know will develop the sick and infect those around them. 

3 weeks of following into tik-tok video holes and annoyance with myself for not doing something more productive with my time. I've been planning on making the adorable paper roses for mine and Josh's wedding for the past 7 months and I've done one single mock rose to ensure I could do it.... that was in December. CLEARLY I'm a pro at free time. 

I have been reading more, which has been nice. I like to get book ideas from movie trailers. If I see a trailer that looks interesting and is based on a book, 9 times out of 10 the book will be better, guaranteed. I'm presently reading The Woman in the Window by A.J. Finn. I'm about half way through and I'm finding myself needing to tell myself to step away so that I don't finish it in one night... because the library is closed and I can't pick up anything new. But it is SO good! 

I've also been working my green thumb and repotting my indoor plants and trying to decide what more I can do to make my plant babies happy... with mixed results. I'm losing a succulent that's refusing to give me signs of life. I think it's fine though as my interests have begun to shift from succulents to leafy plants. Something about seeing a new leaf unravel is strangely thrilling.

I can say for sure that our apartment is feeling so much cleaner than ever before. Being home all day has made it so that I can't find excuse not to keep up on basic chores.

Just don't mind the basket of clean laundry that needs put away still

We've used some of this time to really hone in on what we're looking for in a house... namely anything that isn't this apartment for much longer. I dream of open space and a craft room and a basement/man cave that I can finally use to house Josh's horror collectables... he had more dolls than I ever did growing up. 

All that aside...

I'm losing my damn mind.

I love Josh and all he does for us but my lord if he can't allow me to sit in silence for a bit I may find some sardine oil and a tiger. 

The cats... oh the cats. They seem to think I'm home only for them. Constantly they try to join me on the desk, though, I can assure you, there is no room.

Josh works Tuesday-Friday so I'm home and stuck with the fur brats who demand frequent attention. As needy as they are, they're never an issue until I get up to step away for a moment, then I'll have one of these two think about writing a chapter in their novel in cat-nese.

Meanwhile, Snickers, my perfect baby angel of 14, naps nearby all day and provides no issue ever:

Check out those little chicken wing arms!

All in all though- I'll survive. As we all will. Just one day at a time! If anyone needs any contact from outside of your home, feel free to reach out... I'm beginning to hear words in meow.