Today was the first day we all started our pandemic staycation. I sat on the couch drinking coffee for way too long this morning because I stayed up late watching Firefly Lane like a twit. I hated every second of it but couldn't look away. I am so glad it is over but I cannot wait to find out if there will be a second season to see how far they go off the rails with the storyline, (which is already quite a bit different than the book s). I am not sure what this week has in store for us. We will ski, maybe snowmobile, do a whole lot of resting our brains if not our bodies, and try to reconnect as a family. It is hard to vacation connect when you are home and the kids can retreat to their rooms. Maybe we will have a bonfire or go to the beach. A friend of mine, (who recently moved closer but I can't visit because of frigging covid) and I try to chat on the phone once in a while in the wee hours of the morning while we are walking our dogs before work. I lie. She walks
This morning's post is brought to you by Harry Connick Jr.'s 1990 album, Red Light Blue Light . My latest project is ripping all my cd's so I can listen to them in the car or wherever I can plug my USB in. I thought I had done this already but when I cleaned out the crawlspace, I found a ton of music that I haven't listened to in YEARS! I have four Harry cd's, ok seven if you count the Christmas and the children's cds. I LOVE his music! The family went skiing this morning and I am resisting the urge to gloat that I am home and warm because it is my turn tomorrow. Today is just me, the puppy, the cats, and my book, Perestroika in Paris by Jane Smiley . I can't remember when I was all by myself in this house. It feels weird. As I sit here in virtual solitude, I have a chance to reflect on the last few weeks. My elation at the results of the election followed by the horror I felt at the Capitol riots, and now I realize I was actually afraid that we mig