Feeling flat. Feeling stirred, not in the nicely stirred martini way.
Settled into the new normal. Days go by quickly. Cook. Churn away at the laptop. Fail at keeping the place clean. Worry about alley cat risk seeking son. Nothing to look forward to. Nothing really except getting a good price for my turnips in Animal Crossings New Horizon. My little virtual character is the only joy and joyful moments.
I did venture out - tried the golf range and was horrified. Too many young people (I sound like an old person. I like young people, but now they are deadly carriers). No masks. No spacing of the mats. Too many crowded people. It was crazy.
Back to my cell.
Son XYZ thinks, since there are no movie releases, we have already seen every movie available.
Every single one.