Sheltering in Place

[Drunk Monk]

DAY 15: easter.  

Today has me oddly melancholy for when I used to wake up early to hide eggs for Tara.  She always colored eggs with my mom until she left for college.  

Stacy has taken the car and hopes to find some abandoned road where she can hike a bit.  She's aiming for Mt. Mad road.  She tried to walk the hood but within 5 mins crossed paths with a dozen peeps including someone coughing so she hastily retreated.  

I'm finding the transitions between waking and sleeping the hardest.  In the mornings, I still wake for a moment around 6ish, then tuck back to sleep to wake again an hour or so later, then I just lie there, maybe look at my phone, until the need to eliminate forces me to get up.  At night, I tweak over the whole situation so I watch dumb vids, surf the net, ration out a nitecap (medicinal whiskey), and occassionally treat myself to some night cheese (stole that term off fb - some meme about quarantine diets - and it's a decent band name...come on ppfy).  

I'll call my mom today to wish her well.  She loves Easter.  Then go about my normal quaranroutine.  Maybe I'll treat myself to some hard boiled eggs.  We have three left.