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| The author, getting dressed for the quarantine |
Starting to lose track of the days now, as this "vacation" goes on and on....
Today I woke up with the desire to look "cute" in the face of this scary, oppressive presence called Covid 19. (Author's Note: At age 56.3, I'm not naive: My notion of the word "cute" is super-specific at this point in my life.) I'm tired of lazing around in pajamas or sweats -- my sons are unabashedly running around in just their underwear all day, like some high-tech, indoor version of "Lord of the Flies."
I had that Johnny Deppian urge to accessorize -- to break out the Rasta pooka shell necklace and multi-colored rubber bracelets, and to actually wear pants that require a BELT. (Gasp!) I'm tempted to re-perforate my earlobe and put in an earring, even though I know my lovely bride will object as she does every time I get this impulse.
Is this what Cabin Fever looks like? A game of dress-up? How many more days till I'm trying to jam my feet into my wife's size-7 pumps?
God help us all if this gets to that point.
God help us all....
Very funny, Dan! I will check in with you each day from now on to see how the Covid costume evolves!! Stay safe and stay funny 😄 miss you!
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