I thought I had wanted to write today.

It’s been a while since I’ve put something down…or up, here. It’s been about a month.

My last post was my yearly another year older, another year wiser.

A month.

It’s been so long. Time flies. Days blend.

Quarantine.

It’s special times. It’s trying times.

I’m making the best of it.

…trying to keep in good spirits and good health, mentally, and physically.

I’ve been going out for walks by myself. Pickles can’t keep up or go for that long now.

Old pup. Old man. Old dog.

He’s managing. We’re managing.

He’s much better now. Much better.

I took him off all of his meds since he seems to be back to normal. I know that the doctors say that he’ll need to be on the meds for the rest of his life, however long that may be, but they were just giving him problems.

This might be better for him.

Pickles seems fine. We’re adjusting. We’re settling onto a new pattern and a new normal.

Quarantine time. Special times.

I don’t even know what day of quarantine it is.

Day 59.

Restrictions are slowly lifting here in Los Angeles, but it really doesn’t affect me much. Status quo.

Still can’t go into the office nor are we in a rush to open up the office.

We’re all able to work from home and that’s going to be the new normal for the foreseeable future. Special times. Quarantine time.

Work is steady, buy frustrating.

It’s frustrating because I have no motivation to do much of anything. I have no motivation to work on the database project.

I have no motivation for anything.

I think WFH is not conducive to my productivity. There are too many distractions.

Too close to the kitchen.

Too close to the TV.

Too close to the pets.

But there’s one good thing that came out of this. I’m able to provide Pickles more care that he needs.

He gets to go out more to pee. He gets to sleep more because he’s not so worried about needing to go pee.

Resting. Restful.

Quarantine times.

Relish does what she does. I definitely see a lot more of her now though. It’s because I’m in the apartment more, but also because she chills on the futon while I’m in front of the computer.

Usually on the weekends, she would go into the closet and sleep. Not this time. I enjoy it. Maybe her way of saying, cool. Who knows?

Who knows, indeed.

No idea when this whole thing will be over.

Given how the US is so fucked when compared to other countries, it’ll be a while.

The Orange One isn’t helping and his fucking base supports everything that he does.

Sigh.

It’s the Apocalypse and this is how we go.

Sigh.

Quarantine times.

Special times.

When LA opened testing for all residents, regardless of symptoms, I went to get tested.

Negative.

I was hoping the test would show whether I had been infected and now have recovered also instead of just a simple do I have it or not during the time of test.

Negative.

That’s good.

But I do have a suspicion that I had it many months back.

But I will never know.

In a way, it did give me a peace of mind that I’m doing my best to be healthy.

I’m checking to see if I have it, whether I have symptoms or not. I could have been asymptomatic. Who knows?

It’s something to do. Something to let you know that you are doing your best to be healthy and stay that way.

Something to do.

Quarantine Times.

Special times.

I’ve been cooking so much during this quarantine and eating so much.

I’ve gained weight.

So much cheese.

So much carbs.

Bread.

Back to bread making.

It’s been challenging.

Sourdough.

I’ve lost my skills.

They’re gone.

I need to work on them again. I need to make a few more loaves.

But I need to ration my flour a little bit more.

I’ve gone through a whole 5lb bag in a week.

Need to take a break, even though I do plan on doing more baking soon.

I want to make baguettes for banh mi. I just need to plan on when.

I need to make more pizza dough.

I just made bagels today. So easy. So damn good.

My Zen. My meditation. Cooking.

Something to do, to keep my mind busy and clear.

Something to keep me sane as I’m dealing with this quarantine.

It’s been a little taxing on me. This lack of control.

But I’m managing.

I’m staying healthy.

I’m staying positive.

I’m settling.

We all are.

Me. My pets. My family.

We’re good.

Quarantine times.

Special times.