I keep trying to post...and then delete every single time.
Everything is so off kilter that trying to find words is...hard.
Suz's post today reminded me - thanks to the pandemic, Man-Child has been calling The Husband to figure out how to feed himself. I have to admit, every time I hear The Husband explaining a recipe, I have to smile.
Man-Child has always wanted to learn how to cook things but never followed up on it. Now he has to - and is discovering that it isn't as hard as he previously thought (says the woman who doesn't cook and really has no interest in learning now - although, based on a recent conversation via text with a friend, it appears I have picked up some knowledge via osmosis when I opined about why her baked macaroni and cheese isn't as creamy as she'd hoped - my opinion was later verified by The Husband).
Based on the same text conversation I found at least one reason that my working from home is fairly easy. I'm here alone. She, on the other hand, has two teenagers and a husband as her daily co-workers. I don't have anyone here chewing loudly or doing other things to make me crazy...except on the weekends and...I'm not trying to work then.
I find myself tearing up at the most random things. There is a local jewelry store that is running the MOST cheesy ad. An ad that, in normal circumstances I would mock endlessly. But now? Now, every single time I hear this ad about how "everything is going to be okay!" I find tears in my eyes.
I know that, eventually everything will be "okay" or "normal" - but I ponder how things will be changed. Because you and I both know, things WILL be different in the future. How we conduct ourselves. Our cleaning habits. Our greeting habits. And many other things - it will all be different. How all that plays out remains to be seen.
In the interim, wash your hands. Physically isolate. And, most importantly, stay safe. Sending virtual hugs to you all. We'll get through this...somehow.