How am I doing with all of this? Thanks for asking.
I’m doing “bought the last oversized container of marshmallow spread left at the grocery store.”
I’m doing “trimmed my own bangs and now we are all stuck with this visual emergency.”
I’m doing “watched the entirety of ‘Tiger King’ and am considering starting a big-cat farm when all this is over.”
I’m doing “counting toilet-paper squares.”
I’m doing “texting with my mother-in-law and finding it not awful.”
I’m doing “so diligent about washing hands that there are now two dry, scraggly appendages where my hands once were.”
I’m doing “made my own sourdough starter.”
I’m doing “I don’t know what day today is.”
I’m doing “drank my body weight in quarantinis.”
I’m doing “getting way too comfortable with the sweet perfume of bleach.”
I’m doing “taking my temperature twice a day with a forehead thermometer.”
I’m doing “extended family members and I are bickering via text about Trump’s handling of the pandemic, and I just let it go because there’s a chance that we may never see one another again.”
I’m doing “when I must leave the house, shamelessly crossing the street if I spot any human walking toward me.”
I’m doing “almost missing telemarketer phone calls.”
