Covid Everything.
I love how it's so easy to just blame everything on Covid. Literally, everything.
For example, this is our "Covid light." It was installed the week all the schools shut down here for the very first time. Back before anyone was wearing a mask.
And this is our "Covid paint job." It's only been like this since March.
When you appear to gain 20 lbs. overnight...it's because: Covid, of course.
When you can't remember the last time you vacuumed under the couch, but who ever visits anyway? Thank you, Covid. I have so much more free time.
When you realize you forgot to brush your teeth when you ran out for groceries, but are liberated by the thought that, "Meh, I'll have a mask on anyway," and you wonder if dentists will have a boom in business from all the "mehs" in all this Covid masking.
And if you answer the door sporting Flock of Seagulls hair and thrift store chic wardrobe that's oh-so comfy but could also be rented out at the local tent and awning company...hey Covid.
The Rush of Adrenaline When Something Bad Almost Happens. It makes you feel so alive. Like when you come down the stairs wearing socks and your foot slips over the edge of the step but you've got a good grip on the handrail. Or when you almost drop great grandma's crystal relish tray but you catch it by a millimeter of finger just before it hits the floor and shatters into a zillion irreplaceable shards. Or when you slip on the ice but you catch yourself, and you giggle a little out of relief and a smidge of embarrassment, and you think the stunt probably calls for a visit to the chiro, and then you're not really sure what to do with yourself, so you sit down where you are and cry a little before powering through like the beautiful, talented, brilliant, powerful musk ox that you are. Thank you, ox, for keeping this ship afloat.
Regaining Your Sense of Smell
so that you can again tell when parts of the house need scrubbed and children need bathed. And you realize finally how much deodorant, collectively, your family has saved during Covid. Wait, maybe this belongs under the Covid heading?
Laundry
because nothing makes you feel quite so needed as people running around asking where in the world are their clothes, all day long, and their total reliance that you know exactly in which of the hundreds of loads, or hampers, or piles crumpled up in the corner of bedroom floors the particular item of clothing is reposing.
Neverending Opportunities (Challenges?) To Recraft Formerly Intact Objects
Over
And Over
And Over
Again
Ad Nauseum
Who needs jigsaw puzzles anyway?
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