Thursday

Most evenings seem to look like this. Ice cream in mugs. Questioning what day of the week it is. Discussing how we are holding up (I seem to handle all this down time better than the Porcupine. In other words, I am, indeed, the lazy one in this relationship.) and what we should make for supper the next day.

Today is rainy, with snow on the way, which makes everything a little more Drim (the Porcupine’s word of the morning as he forced out Grim and Dreary at the same time)… I’ve managed to avoid most of the news so far, other than discussing self-employed unemployment options with a few friends. I’ll check in this evening and look at the latest numbers (cases/deaths/claims/financial markets) and read some headlines, then more ice cream and blanket time. Take care, everybody.