They are doing the same thing here. I have enough feed bags, so I haven’t left the house. But the pictures are so surreal from friends.
Standing in the streets of NYC on 9/11 I didn’t think the world could change as much and as fast as it did then ever again. Sure my life may, but not the world…
I can’t even imagine what that would have been like. Seeing it on the TV was affecting enough. I wasn’t old enough to understand or appreciate what changed afterwards though.
It is strange times that’s for sure. That question of what the world looks like when it’s all over… I guess we won’t know until we get there.
We’re able to go out for exercise and I’m grateful for that. Much easier living near the countryside though.
Also just took a midday break for my first food run in a couple weeks. Pretty busy, but not that busy. Thought it’d be dead midday for some foolish reason.
All stocked up again.
It’s taking everything I’ve learned in recovery and a few things I didn’t to learn how to live in a house full of ice cream.
I’ve tried everything to control my ice cream. Only eating it for dessert. Only eating it on weekends or when online with other people. Only eating light ice cream or ice cream without candy in it…
Just got my children in bed after a week of pulling my hair out with homeschool. I think the plan is to shout at my friend and diagnose why I can’t make sourdough worth a damn. HOT CHILD IN THE CITY!
Lying in bed trying to sleep before a big day tomorrow, wondering why people think its necessary to blast music so loud that the entire block can hear. You know I love music, and its actually music I enjoy that they’re playing (although not good for sleep), but I never play shit that loud.
Maybe I’m just too nice of a neighbor, but does it not cross their mind that maybe its a tiny bit inconsiderate? Even in the daytime?