The Devolving of Humanity

As I sat at the dining room table, eating my breakfast of BBQ Pork Fried Rice with a good helping of soy sauce, it occurred to me just how much the pandemic has affected the non-infected who are stuck at home.

When hubby asked me, “Why are you eating that for breakfast?”

My explanation was simple, “it has scrambled eggs in it.”  

“I see,” he said.  Then he proceeded to fix himself a bowl of the same. 

Hubby’s modus operandi (i.e., Latin for ‘Method of Operating’, abbreviated “M.O.” on cop shows), has definitely shifted. No judgments here, just observation.  Between the two of us, hubby is (by far) the emotionally stable one. 

I began to notice little weirdnesses going on with me a couple months ago, nothing as dramatic as breakfast this morning, but slightly disturbing. I imagine that a mental health professional may see a few of them as red flags for – something. 

Like the disgusting ‘frat house’ behavior.  So far I have managed to limit this to only in front of the dog, but I fear that one day, without thinking about it, I will let loose with a belch that Booger could be proud of in front of hubby or at (egads!) the post office. 

If you don’t know who Booger is – read no further.  You are too young to be exposed to the confessions of somebody’s grandma.  I would hate to be responsible for shattering your naivete. 

Meanwhile, I go about my day apologizing to my dog for each gross noise I create, but I am not ashamed.  Truth be told – I am getting really long and loud with all the practice.  I’m almost proud of myself. 

My personal hygiene tends to deteriorate when I’m anxious or depressed, but it has now reached a record low.  Why bother to waste time “gussying up” when I can’t go anywhere, or visit anyone?  Even the video conferencing does not prompt me to wear make-up anymore.  I look so zombified on video with or without make-up.  If I do wear make-up it transforms me into a  Zombie Ho and who wants that?  

Oddly, I  find the whole ‘wear-a-mask’ thing highly convenient.  No need for foundation or lipstick.  And best of all, no need to wear those uncomfortable temporary teeth!

None of my favorite clothes fit anymore. So, I mix and match comfy with not-too-tight. Then there are days I fall asleep in my clothes and I wake up in the morning already dressed.  A true time-saver, really.  But after three days I get bored with the outfit and I need a shower.

Three months into the quarantine and my house is a filthy mess, I have too many hobbies to want to cook or clean.  The guest rooms have been uninhabitable for the last 2 months, and their condition continues to deteriorate the longer we go without any guests.  Large bins of fabric and yarn and unfinished projects are stacked about waiting to be organized.  The bed is covered with the things I am currently trying to organize.

Our living room is more like my sewing room with a TV.  Oh, and when I am not sewing, I’m working on the last few edits to make before I send my novel out into the wild.  I will keep you posted.

 

I like to play DVDs of comedy and musicals while I sew.  Yesterday,  I ‘watched’ Sgt. Peppers Lonely Hearts Club Band, and had a grand old sing-along for 86 minutes.  A great way to finish binding a quilt!

30 Sun Bonnet Sue blocks sashed together for a friend.

Today’s agenda is Zoom Church, then begin cutting out fabrics for the first of three baby quilts I want to make this summer.  I still need to design the last one, which will probably be a crazy quilt, if you know what I mean…

♥  TTFN  ♥

 

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