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I Thought I'd Be Better at This Quarantine Thing

Okay, so we're not really in quarantine. In southwest Florida, we're all living under a suggestion to stay off the beaches. Apparently, grocery stores and gas stations are the acceptable gathering places, and I feel like I'm living in central Florida in the 90s all over again when Walmart was the place to be after the bars closed. Because, you know the bars are closed here too.

In all fairness, I'm living my dream right now. I'm able to work from home, and I like the flexibility it gives me to balance this work and home life thing. I seriously could get used to this. I like having bites of time in which to complete the small tasks that all too often gang up on me. I feel like I'm doing a better job keeping up with it all.

My early morning routine is fairly established. I get up and take the dogs out. While they eat I fill a bucket with some water and toss a handful of clothes in a galvanized steel bucket and let them soak for a few hours. I get myself ready for the day (a process that involves washing my face and slathering it with whatever anti-aging potion I'm trying). Then coffee and work.

I'm still working on the afternoon and evening routines, but I'd like to squeeze some housework and exercise into them. I'll report back on the progress.

For now, I'm working remotely and trying to stay out of the grocery stores. Unfortunately, I'm down to two rolls of paper towels and God only knows when the paper good vultures will calm down enough to let the stock refill. We have enough water, food and dog food to get us through the next two weeks. I have a paycheck coming on Friday, and I'm grateful for that even though I'm back to juggling which bills to pay since my night job is also in quarantine.

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