It’s around 5:30 am, and I’ve been awake most of the night. I’ve been headache-y and nauseated. I’m especially grateful for the ability to work from home on days like today.
I’ve unfollowed and snoozed so many people on Facebook at this point that I don’t even know why I have Facebook.
My scalp hurts. A lot.
The news nowadays makes me so incredibly sad, angry, and fearful. I don’t even know where to begin. I have almost zero faith left in humanity.
I’m nervouscited about Friday night. We are confirmed. The menu is planned – with the exception of dessert.
I’m going to set up dates with my besties too. I need to see them and we’ve all been serious about social distancing these last couple of months. We’ve been talking about eating lunch together in the park.
The virus isn’t going away anytime soon, so we need to cautiously reclaim our lives. While I definitely won’t be going to restaurants or bars anytime in the foreseeable future, I’m ready to see friends again one on one or couple to couple – with time in between to make sure we’re not sick.
But I recognize the asymptomatic risk too. Ugh.
D’s birthday is coming up in a few weeks, and I’m trying to figure out a way to make it a good one given all the restrictions. Which reminds me: I need to order his gifts.