Not much, what's up with you?
Wait, are you talking to yourself or your blog readers?
HA HA HA "blog readers." That's cute. Very circa 2009.
I haven't gone anywhere, I haven't done anything. (Besides watch Hamilton at least once every other day, because it's honestly the only nice thing we still have at this point.) I haven't been on Facebook in weeks and the latest photo on my phone is a blurry shot of my black cat lying on my black work laptop, so you absolutely 1,000% have no idea what you're even looking at and no Instagram filter can fix it. Jason still takes pictures of literally every plate of food we make, but even he'll admit that the early joy that came from the near-constant pandemic baking and ambitious cooking projects has worn off and it's kind of boring now. Everything is boring now.
(And I know "boring" has never stopped me from blogging like...ever, but...I mean. Sometimes I leave the house and it feels really weird and dangerous? Most of the time I don't? Yesterday the most meaningful interaction I had with my teenager involved a lecture about eating seven sleeves of Ritz crackers in a single sitting?)
I realized the other day that since this all started -- since that fateful day in mid-March when I struggled to accept the idea that schools were closing for TWO WHOLE WEEKS OMG!! -- that the anniversaries of my dad's death and my attempt both passed by without me even noticing at all. Too preoccupied with oh, I don't know, too much good stuff on Netflix? That whole artisanal moldbucket fiasco?
'Tis a mystery, truly.
Anyway, I'm working like, 60+ hours a week and...it's good! I like it. I am good at all the things I'm doing and nobody has asked me to do anything I am not good at doing. Although somebody at some point will probably notice that all my Excel spreadsheets are super fucking basic because I would rather do all the math on my goddamn fingers than deal with Excel functions.
Our school district announced yesterday that they're dropping plans for part-time/staggered attendance and will remain fully online/virtual-only until at least late January. On the one hand, we had zero intention of sending any of them into some overcrowded virusbucket of a school in September anyway (suck it, DeVos!) so this wasn't exactly Brand New Information.
On the other hand, late January. At a minimum.
Again, does anybody remember...March? It's like we're living in a real-life version of The Money Pit. Two week? Two weeks!
Except instead of a house, it's civilization!
Anyway, I've written like, six more paragraphs than I ever thought I'd realistically be able to stretch this forced little attempt at a blog post, so Imma consider that a job well done. Stay well, everybody.