Yesterday I laid out my schedule for today, to start treating this furlough/isolation as a job. I did like one of those things. My day . . .
The last couple days have felt more like a groove than before. I’m still waking up late (because I’m going to bed even later) so . . .
Yesterday I told myself I’d keep the TV/YouTube off so I wouldn’t be distracted and would clean up the house and get the guest room . . .
I’ve really been digging these last couple stream of consciousness posts, it’s so easy to just save a draft and update it throughout the day. . . .
This is going to be another one of those posts that don’t have a theme, just a stream of consciousness. Today I didn’t get much . . .
Well, crap. As I’m starting to write this it’s 00:30 1 April. Oops. As I wrote before, I have a mouse/mice under my bathroom sink. . . .
Usually, at least for an introvert like me, staying home and doing nothing is all the respite needed to recharge. That all goes out the . . .
Oh my goodness, look at the time! It’s almost 11pm (when I started writing this) and I’m only starting to write this up at almost . . .
Let’s chalk up today as a mostly unproductive day. At 7 I ventured forth to acquire supplies, but I also drove around a little bit. . . .
Let’s be honest here for a second, the first seven days have been rough creatively. Trying to come up with interesting content every day of . . .