pandemic

Bedtime

Peggy Rice4 Comments

I’m in a pissy mood, and I’m sure I’m not the only one. I’m tired of the day-in/day-out of this pandemic. I’m tired of every day being the same. I’m tired of myself complaining to myself.

It’s a good thing I have phone calls scheduled for tomorrow. To stay connected to friends and family. And a tele-health therapy appointment. Otherwise, I think I’d stay in bed.

Not with my covers over my head. Just for something different to do.

I’d wake up, roll over, go back to sleep. When I’d done that two or three times, I’d come out to get coffee, then go back to bed and read on my Kindle all morning.

I’d emerge to get some lunch – something I can eat in bed – and go back, eat, and take a nap. When I’d wake up, I’d lay still and watch the clouds out the window for a while. Then I’d sit up with my pillows all around me, gather my tiny ball of yarn and crochet hook, and practice my single stitch. (That’s what I’m learning new during this lockdown; right? “This is a great time to try a new hobby.” Can I say “Bah! Humbug!”?????)

I’d probably have to come out for a snack. I’m all out of vanilla Greek yogurt, so I might try making a smoothie with the little cherry yogurt cups. But I’d drink it in bed.

The cats would be very confused by my behavior, and they’d keep checking on me. Until they decided to nap with me.

I guess I might shuffle out for dinner, unless I could convince my husband to bring me dinner in bed. Shoot, maybe he’d join me and we could have a picnic. He’d have to put on his pjs to join me, though.

By evening time, I might be ready to take a break from the bedroom, so I’d come out to watch tv for an hour or so. And then it would be bedtime.

I’d put on new pjs and crawl back under the covers, ready to sleep, and face the next day.

What to wear in a pandemic?

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I’ve gotten very lazy in my clothing choices during this stay-at-home order. I’m in my pajamas – nightgown and sleep pants and bathrobe – until 11am, except Wednesdays when I have a 9:30am Zoom call – then I’m fully dressed!

On other days, as noon approaches, I change into clean undergarments and my comfy clothes. I own two pairs of yoga pants – one pair is capris, so it’s a little chilly in CO to wear those yet. I also have a pair of plaid pajama pants. I have leggings, too, but they’re in a different drawer and I forget to choose them.

I pick a complimentary sweatshirt. My plaid pants are burgundy; my yoga pants are black. So just about any top I have matches.

I always do my hair, but don’t wear makeup much anymore. In fact, only at my telehealth appointments with my therapist. I guess I’m still trying to make a good impression!

One problem with my comfy clothes as opposed to my jeans is the “stretch factor.” My yoga pants aren’t nearly as tight as my jeans. This means I don’t feel the constriction when I’m eating – it’s easy to overdo it in the calorie intake, because there’s no pressure in the waistband!

I also wear a poncho, almost every day. It adds extra warmth, even over a sweatshirt. I have a two-tone blue one, or a paisley one that’s brown/burgundy on one side and black/burgundy on the other. So I always have a cape that coordinates, too.

I wear socks and slippers, and still my toes get cold. When this pandemic is all over, I may need to buy a new pair, as these are getting pretty worn.

I do wear my jeans (sometimes my yoga pants, never pajama pants) – when I walk the three blocks to the mailbox. And I wear my jeans when I go to the grocery store. And I put on real shoes.

I suppose all of this is better than staying in my pajamas all day, as tempting as that is. Changing clothes gives me a sense of normalcy to an otherwise crazy time.

Open Haiku

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Based on the WordPress Discover Prompts – “Open.” A Haiku.

 
I’m sorry to say

I awoke feeling sadness.

Just being open.

I’m sorry for us

In this unprecedented

Time of pandemic.

Those who are alone

or lonely or sick or scared.

But God is Sovereign.

He is with us all.

He understands our frailty

and offers comfort.

He loves us deeply

and encourages us to

not be afraid now.

So I feel sadness

for those who are struggling

but God understands.