We’ve been ‘sheltering’ since March 16. My birthday. Two months. And Himself’s birthday has come and gone, too. I still haven’t figured out exactly what to do with myself. My time. All these hours. My gawd! Where did all of these hours come from?
And then, you know, I can’t find any disinfectant from the grocery delivery people or from Amazon so I’m really pissed at Trump for buying it all up for his detox which, by the way – isn’t working.