Sunday? in 2020

I come here every day and read, and I think about writing - but what is there to say when most days just blend together? Blah.

My husband is a home improvement rock star, and it makes me feel even more like a slug. He doesn’t say or do anything that makes me feel like that, it’s just me. I just make sure to tell him how much I appreciate all his work - the house does look great! He’s completely redone the deck, installed a bunch of new smart lighting on the exterior of the house, and he’s contemplating more projects as we speak. I can’t even find the motivation to clean the house. I do cook, but that’s something I’ve always enjoyed. I’m trying to branch out more, it’s hit or miss but I’ve made some pretty great stuff recently. I’ve got a recipe for tamales I’m looking forward to trying this week.

Meanwhile our state is tripping over itself to open up quickly, and I’m wondering how quickly the second wave of the virus is going to hit as a result. I’d love to get my hair and nails done, but there is no rush and I don’t think now is the time to hurry back into really crowded places. I have tickets to a concert the first week of June and I’m wondering if that’s still going to happen - they haven’t cancelled yet, but I’m willing to bet they will soon.

My sister was planning to get married Memorial Day weekend, but she told me this week they’ve decided to push it back to the 4th of July. I’m disappointed, I was looking forward to that trip. I might take the kids for a week anyway, waiting to see when the library is going to open.

Oh, and I learned that peanut butter whiskey is the devil. It’s delicious but it gave me SUCH a hangover last week. I didn’t even have that much, it’s not fair!