Remember that poster of the kitty hanging from a branch which read “Hang on”?
Yeah. Do that.
Everything feels horrible and weird right now and I am sorry. More than anything, I hope you all are safe.
We’re not alone, even if we are isolated. We all exist. We just exist, you know, away from each other.
My son’s dog, Gomez died.
Gomez has lived with my mom and sister for years now. My sister had to make a hard, horrifying decision after the little guy took a turn in the night. He was old and one of those smushy faced dogs that have breathing issues.
I felt bad for her and for my son. And for me. I loved Gomez. He was a good dog.
I talked to my sister on the phone and listened to her grieve.
More than anything, I wanted to make the short drive to their house and give her a long hug. But I can’t.
It sucks to have to process grief during the pandemic.
Life is hard.
I have so much care and concern for people who are dealing with difficult life events in the middle of a pandemic.
I’m trying to make at least somewhat good use of my time.
For instance, I attempted to make a spinach souffle today. I didn’t have a souffle dish, so I used a small baking dish. It came out as a weird square omelet. Joey rated it disgusting.
I didn’t think it was bad.
I also got a new writing gig which was unexpected and much appreciated. I had to make an Instagram teaser video for the article, which is funny because I don’t even have an Instagram account. It took a while to get through the video process because Joey would wait until I started talking and start saying “Balls balls balls balls balls”. He’s super funny.
We’re prepared and ready for the next two weeks, which I suspect will be breathtakingly bad.
Hold each other close.
I love you all.
Also, I’ve learned if you don’t have a souffle dish, then you can’t make souffle.