Possibly baking my feelings. #plaguediary
Today I found my way to writing, at least a little: I moved some words around, I wrote some new lines, I looked over the arc of the new work and the old work and the middle period work. Enough that I’ll be able to pick it up tomorrow. Which I intend to do. Not saying I didn’t *also* read enough stuff about our shared social, public health, and political situation that basically my whole head of hair is lightly singed. And read a little in my very good book that is nonetheless a challenge, momentum-wise. The roses are at that wonderful stage, beginning to leaf out, and the leaves are fully red. Once they leaf out fully, of course, they’ll be green, or greener. I checked that rose leaf situation when I went out to get a slightly closer look at our visiting ducks. When I thought about how the day would end, here’s how I thought about it: second workout (that’s when the thin thread holding on the star my daughter @sophialeasure bought me in Cornwall finally broke, thus granting me the wish I made on it—I’ll never tell you what it was, do you think I’m crazy?); eating excellent leftovers along with a fresh salad and some fruit; a quick shower; a chat with my dad. And then ice cream. I could say that I earned the ice cream, but let’s not kid ourselves, I would have eaten it anyway. #plaguediary
spring visitors #theyard #plaguediary
These are categorically the best waffles. This has been a public service announcement...with maple syrup. (h/t to @francescaeliot, who first made these for me. I have never looked back.)
I’ve reached the intermittent crying stage of quarantine. Cried after talking to my dad. Cried thinking about my son in law, back to work after he learned yesterday that a person who works on his floor has a confirmed case of COVID 19. Additional, possibly unanchored, random crying episodes. So I wrote the governor and took a nap and cleaned part of my kitchen and did two workouts and talked, yes, to my father and my friend Jennifer, and made an excellent dinner. Also wore cute trousers and did some laundry. Will I ever write again? Who tf knows. #plaguediary
People of the world: that’s all, good night.
Today I cleaned a different room of my house and in so doing, discarded a bunch of useless crap but also found a sparkly hair clip and a really good lipstick. I experienced and expressed bursts of rage, as is basically the everyday normal these days. We took a bike ride around the neighborhood. I ate an exemplary orange. And as is also now the norm, I baked, this time that 24 hour no-knead bread that totally lives up to the hype. My kitchen has a fine dusting of cornmeal but we have the better part of that loaf left, so it’s pretty good around here. (Not pictured: ten push-up challenge.) #plaguediary
Today I cleaned one area of my house, followed up on a couple of emails I’d lost track of, saw crocuses in the yard, worked out TWICE, took a rest under a faux fur blanket, trolled the New York Times Cooking Instagram, communicated with almost all my kids and my dad, and made dinner which included this cake. If you are if the opinion that a cake with sprinkles on it is for kids, well, you can just keep that opinion, which is no doubt correct, to yourself. #plaguejournal
ZOOM workout this morning with @thepointpilates—just amazing to get a sweat on in my new home gym, aka my basement.