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Day 14 of... what is this called?
Mar. 26th, 2020 10:39 pmIt's funny. People starting staying home at different times, so I may be at day 14, but some people on my facebook have been hunkering down since 20 days ago. What is this even called? Self-imposed quarantine? For me, Thursday the 12th, was the last day I went into the office. I wish my work would have done something sooner. (Of course, I am lucky that I have a job where I can continue to work from home and get paid.) Three days ago, Gov. Kate Brown put out a Shelter In Place order... so what were we doing before that?
Either way, as Eduardo-kun would be happy to note, I am writing everything down. I think this time of extreme stress is bringing out this tendency of mine to record everything... each day I am home, what we eat. How many times we leave the house for what. I've recorded my dinners. I have a calendar dedicated now to this quarantine, where I write everything down. Every ache. I'm taking my temperature daily... I should record those too. I might start a quarantine bullet journal. (I don't think I should call this a quarantine... I'm not quarantined. What is this? I am struggling with what to call this.)
My husband is a very ... careful/overprotective person, about his bodily well being. What does this mean? He's not crazy... but he will never: Ski, skydive (asked me not to go), etc. He went to the grocery store with his mean N95 mask (that he normally uses for painting). He's also slightly paranoid and never records his thoughts on social media. So yeah. Between the two of us... we're pretty strict about this Shelter in Place. No take out. Last time we went for supplies is last Wednesday to the Asian store. We're still walking our puppy, though. That's a must. But his walks these days have dwindled from his normal 4 to 3. I still try to take him on our 5 mile run to Mount Tabor. (Yes, we avoid people. No, I'm not wearing a mask.)
We've done a pretty good job of stocking up on food... but we're out of dishwasher pods and almost out of laundry detergent. GREAT. We didn't have eggs... but our neighbor gave us a carton of her eggs, when I ran into her unpacking her car, while walking the the dog.
I honestly don't mind being home. It's hard not being able to go have my Pho. HAHAHA. The thing I miss most is Pho... not even Ramen. SMH. I kind of even feel guilty talking about things I miss. I mean, according to some, the worst is yet to come.
How are you guys holding up? What are you guys calling this?
Either way, as Eduardo-kun would be happy to note, I am writing everything down. I think this time of extreme stress is bringing out this tendency of mine to record everything... each day I am home, what we eat. How many times we leave the house for what. I've recorded my dinners. I have a calendar dedicated now to this quarantine, where I write everything down. Every ache. I'm taking my temperature daily... I should record those too. I might start a quarantine bullet journal. (I don't think I should call this a quarantine... I'm not quarantined. What is this? I am struggling with what to call this.)
My husband is a very ... careful/overprotective person, about his bodily well being. What does this mean? He's not crazy... but he will never: Ski, skydive (asked me not to go), etc. He went to the grocery store with his mean N95 mask (that he normally uses for painting). He's also slightly paranoid and never records his thoughts on social media. So yeah. Between the two of us... we're pretty strict about this Shelter in Place. No take out. Last time we went for supplies is last Wednesday to the Asian store. We're still walking our puppy, though. That's a must. But his walks these days have dwindled from his normal 4 to 3. I still try to take him on our 5 mile run to Mount Tabor. (Yes, we avoid people. No, I'm not wearing a mask.)
We've done a pretty good job of stocking up on food... but we're out of dishwasher pods and almost out of laundry detergent. GREAT. We didn't have eggs... but our neighbor gave us a carton of her eggs, when I ran into her unpacking her car, while walking the the dog.
I honestly don't mind being home. It's hard not being able to go have my Pho. HAHAHA. The thing I miss most is Pho... not even Ramen. SMH. I kind of even feel guilty talking about things I miss. I mean, according to some, the worst is yet to come.
How are you guys holding up? What are you guys calling this?
