Dear Darling Ones, The other night when I mentioned my penchant for tipping over the couch and watching TikTok to the Black Sheep I also mentioned that I’m not sure if I’m bored or depressed. It hadn’t occurred to me that I might be both. Oh, and for the record, I still don’t know. Work is really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really ssssssslllllllloooooooowwwwwww right now. I’ve been averaging about two…
The COVID Diaries: A Light Grey Blizzard
Hello Darling Ones, Last night, kind of spur of the moment, the Black Sheep (my writing group) had a little zoom call to catch up on what’s-a-goin’-on in these unprecedented times. It’s been months since we last caught up with each other. I’m not kidding you when I say seeing all their faces made me want to cry with happiness. Aside from BFK, who after 20+ years and who talks to my mom more than I do, is like family,…
The COVID Diaries: Model Citizen, Zero Discipline
Oh Darling Ones, We lost Eddie Van Halen today and hooboy his death has hit me right in the nostalgia feels. The scenes of my life soundtracked by Van Halen songs are flashing right before my eyes. Blink and I’m in Capone’s Arcade the summer of 1984. While I played I played Slade’s “Run, Runaway;” Billy Joel’s “For the Longest Time;” and The Clash’s “Rock the Casbah” on the jukebox repeatedly. The only thing roughly close to appropriate for my…
The COVID Diaries: Thick Thighs Save Lives
Dear Darling Ones, I know you are eagerly anticipating all my TikTok thoughts, epiphanies, and other keen observations, but I’m still fucking exhausted and those things are gonna require a little more thought than I have the energy to give them at the moment. So, instead, in true SpinsterFormTM, I’m gonna talk about my cat. MY CAT! I’ve come a long way since my biggest fear was being a crazy spinster cat lady who would never write about her cats….
The COVID Diaries: Cry
Dear Darling Ones, I have a shitty, throbbing headache brought on by a combination of dehydration and a salty dinner. I cried a whole bunch today — buckets and buckets of tears. Nothing catastrophic happened. It’s just I had a really rough night sleep and today’s my niece Jaycie’s 23rd birthday and I finished up watching the final season of “Schitt’s Creek.” My emotions couldn’t take it. I cried thinking about Jaycie and how much I love her. She’s legit…
The COVID Diaries: Duck Hunt
Dear Darling Ones, You should know that my parents did not leave last night until 8:30 p.m. They really needed to debrief about my dad’s angiogram and the continuing hunt for a solution about why he’s randomly fainting and falling (last month he fell in the bathroom and broke his arm). I talked a lot of politics with my parents last night, mostly about Turnip having COVID and a little bit about the Shakopee School Levy that’s up for a…