I’m so glad I’m not the only one who was wondering about this! I’m sitting here trying to cook with half an egg because I’m trying to reserve flour but I also need biscuits. Fractions! Oven temps! Wonky bakes! 

Things definitely change, particularly over years and years. I was in a 14 year long relationship, and things appeared and changed.

I also don’t mind being more or less isolated. I think it has to do with my job which is HEAVILY public facing (I talk to anywhere between 90 and 3000 people a day. It’s exhausting) and the fact that I love very little more in life than not talking. I’m a good actress and good at my job since it’s all a performance,…

My boyfriend and I were in the moving in together process before this shit show began, and for practicality reasons (shared food reserves, companionship, if one person gets sick someone can drive them to the hospital etc) decided to quarantine in my apartment.

Absolutely. That dude was shitting on the seat and jizzing in the shower before quarantine, the lady just can’t escape it now.

At the moment, my boyfriend still has to work from home 9 hours a day, while I’m sitting around on admin/safety leave. So this is the balance with the fact that I don’t actually have to do much work.

Luckily it’s still cold enough here that I have to wear a coat to go out, so the neighbors are still safe when the dog has to go out. 

I cook and bake for recreation-I enjoy it, it’s fun, it’s challenging, it’s creative. I do like to share my success (and failures) on the interwebs. I have the worst lighting knowing to man in my tiny little kitchen, so my food always sort of just looks florescenty.

There’s a roasted chicken with grapes and olives (it’s delicious, I swear) but it looks...awful. Like wilted nutsack awful. Everything looks like wilted balls.

I’m managing to take a shower, put on moisturizer, and brush my teeth every day.

Historians! We’re fun people! We swear! 

So George was a bit of a sickly fellow, his whole life—either congenital issues passed down through a sickly family (his bad teeth were an inherited trait, not due to exceptional poor hygiene) or things he acquired during his life (smallpox, malaria, various camp fevers). We think of GW as being manly man, but much…

Yeah, I’ve dealt with their bullshit before—it’s the office manager of this one property who is just the fucking worst. When I can jump over her head, I get more success. The woman who runs their main office is much more sane. I’ve just got to get to her.

I can say that I’ve spent more time discussing George Washington’s butt pillow this year than anything else about George Washington (we’ve needed something to distract ourselves from our actual serious history work at work, and so stuff like that comes up. As does JQAs public fluting). 

My landlord just called today and asked when I was moving and if I could tell them ‘in the next few days’ how many months I’d be doing month to month on my lease for. A change that doesn’t start until May.

To be fair, that’s how I feel trying to get my pants over my ass pretty much every time I put on real clothes.

Yeah. All of the Aunties are nurses so the hope is that one of them that lives near them has an extra somewhere and will give it to them.

I’m just glad someone convinced them that grocery delivery is A OK. 

Ugh. It’s so hard. I remember my mom having to do that when it was important for my grandmother to go to an assisted living facility (Alzheimer’s) so she didn’t take three times the amount of blood thinner in one day that she was supposed to.

Same. I normally bulk make my lunches for the week, we do separate breakfasts for ourselves, he’ll either take lunch or get lunch. Normally dinners are either leftovers or occasionally out. I also don’t like eating the same thing over and over again.