CoronaDiaries #1

CoronaDiaries #1

Guys. I was doing great until the coffee spilled all over the counter this morning, and then I just completely lost my shit. “Great” is relative. I woke up semi-rested. Tutoring kids in my dreams isn’t what I’d call great recovery sleep. It’s not particularly lucrative either. But no one fell down a well or anything, so we’ll call it a good night. I meditated fifteen minutes. Got all centered and you know. And then, feeling ready to greet the day and the people who left my clean kitchen with midnight-snack dishes in the sink, I woke everybody up just as sweet as those yams I popped in the oven. I emptied the dishwasher, washed dishes, rewashed sticky pan the husband washed last night, loaded laundry, sliced the fruit I’m genuinely grateful to have, made the boy French toast—I had all the balls in the air so the husband could get to his virtual school, and the son to his virtual classroom. Everyone in their place. My toast...
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