Nobody can say I don't have the tools I need to attempt taking control of my so-called quarantine life.
Last week, I slogged my way through the five stages of grief, and I did it all mostly in one of two robes. It was fine. It served its purpose. There were children here, and still are, so I would shower and change into a respectable pair of stretch pants and clean shirt around noonish. [...]
Day Five brings a new robe - and all the feels.
Hi. Day Four here. I'm not out of donuts, but I'm out of the top tier donuts. I noticed the robe belt ends are shorter when I tie my robe belt. Some might say that means I'm a little thicker in the midsection, but I know the reality - that I keep my love for [...]
Silk Pillowcases and Donuts: I Should Really Brush My Teeth.
Pants are Optional: My Quarantine Love Letter to Robes.