Well, I spilled the beans.
I don’t mean that I told someone’s secrets. I actually spilled the beans. I’m making chili for my lunch next week. I don’t really have a recipe, I just put things together. It’s usually good, but always different.
Sundays are for cooking now.
I prepare food for my lunch on Sundays so that I can avoid restaurants. Or using the microwave at work. I don’t want to heat up my food and get other people’s COVID food particles in my lunch. I just want to lock myself away in my little conference room and be left alone.
I’m still not dealing with the pandemic very well. I feel like I’m being gaslit every day. People going about their business as if we aren’t getting sick and dying. I don’t get it.
If nothing else, please wash your hands every chance you get and wear a fucking mask. The inconvenience is worth saving the lives of our sisters and brothers. Just wear a mask, okay?
I have always been a klutz.
I stumble a lot. I trip and fall sometimes.
And I always spill food on myself.
I say “Oh, I have tartar sauce in my hair” more than the average person.
I have spilled coffee into my own armpit. Twice.
One time, I got melted cheese in my eyelashes while heating up a frozen dinner.
I don’t buy white clothes ever because I’ve learned they usually don’t last through one wearing.
Usually, a spill happens before lunch. I love coffee. Coffee loves me, too. But it loves being on me rather than in me. I mean, I prefer coffee in me, but apparently, I don’t get a say in that.
For instance, something I learned last week. Can I walk and put my mask on at the same time? Yes. Yes, I can.
Can I walk and put my mask on at the same time without dumping coffee on my own head?
No. No I cannot.
Since I’m having chili next week, it is imperative that I wear a dark wardrobe. Something that won’t show tomato stains.
It might be the apocalypse, but I am still me. Just a more anxious version of me and that’s saying something.
I hope you all are hanging in there. I hope that you all find reasons to smile and laugh.
I hope that your brain is being kind to you.
This will pass. We will have to adapt to new normals, but this will pass.
I can’t wait until I get to see you all on the other side.
Until then, stay safe. Wear a mask. Be kind. Choose love.