Cleaning is soothing
Today my cat ran away when I was putting the dogs out to potty. I think he smelled the neighborhood cats that come around my front door and turn on the front porch light. I fed them before so they come back. Lento, my cat, took off as soon as I opened the door. It was dark still, he has black fur, and is low to the ground. If they are not paying attention—and who is that early—I’m afraid a driver could run him over.
Little to say it was 5:30 a.m and my heart was raised as if I ran a marathon. This must be a sign that I won’t need to work out today. I calmed down enough to write 744 words on my YA maybe titled-maybe not titled novel and post the update on NaNoWriMo. Yay me!
I watched Ghost and Footloose. Still like them.
I scroll through social media and find the posts from people who don’t like to be home, complaining about it, hilarious! The longer the quarantine goes, the funnier their posts get. I particularly like the one with the dog complaining about how hard it is to train humans to stay home. Isn’t that the truth?
Staying home doesn’t bother me, but then again I haven’t run out of things to do.
My house is spotless now. I sew some masks and then I think I’m going to go through my closet and separate that which does not bring me joy because I’ve put on a few pounds.
As long as I still have a book to write and procrastinate on and a master’s to complete and procrastinate on, I’ll be busy. Let’s face it, the quarantine won’t be that long. Or will it?
PS: I’m still thinking about working out, but I have gotten into this terrible habit of taking Friday, Saturday, and Sunday off.
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