Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday

The days really are not terribly eventful.  I have done a lot of walking in circles.  Binged the second season of Big Little Lies.  If you haven’t seen it, I recommend it.  Though, I fear I may be getting bed sores.  So, I decided I needed to move. 

We biked to nowhere, putting our bikes on trainers on the deck outside of our bedroom.  Getting them up from the basement is super fun.  We’re on the third floor of our triplex so it’s 52 steps one way.  This winded me like an old bellows.  But, it felt good to be outside going nowhere.

On one of the days, Brenda, fell up the stairs helping Stephanie, who lives on the second floor move a mattress.  Now she has a huge left rump bruise.  Brenda is also having some grocery anxiety.  We drink a lot of coffee, which we have plenty of, because Brenda is a coffee snob (in the best of ways) and roasts her own.  But we were running dangerously low on creamer…and dark chocolate and eggs, we were out of eggs. 

Stephanie was kind enough to grocery shop for us and our neighbor Rebecca also brought over a homegrown watermelon and tomatoes.  Seriously, a beautiful watermelon, that she grew herself! For the past three years we haven’t been able to grow zucchinis!  Who the hell can’t grow zucchinis?  Us.  However, we did grow potatoes, so we spent some time in the garden digging them up, but some were actually pea sized potatoes.  Good thing we’re not farmers.

I was also a good citizen and shoveled up some starting-to-rot food by the neighbor’s garbage.  Seriously, raw chicken, a package of salmon, bananas and other crap.  Now granted, I couldn’t  smell it, but I know bad things would happen. 

On one of the days (I don’t know which one), we got roped into a phenomenally STUPID miniseries, Midnight Mass.  We actually wondered at first if it was some weird Christian recruiting series. I DO NOT recommend it.  Monologues like a Saturday Night Live sketch that never ends, and a premise of vampirey like blood sucking angels and I don’t even know what. Don’t watch it.  I’m embarrassed to say we watched all six episodes.  We had to see it through!  It was maddening and being that it was catholic based, we knew all of the hymns, and found ourselves singing along. AND we even got a fucking wellness check from Netflix.  Oh the shame of it all.

Along with shameful binging, we have been doing a lot of training with Roo, our German Shepheard and playing in the back yard, which is small.  Roo is getting as stir crazy as we are, and I fear may be plotting against us.  I don’t know what her plan is, but I’m sure it’s not good.  It’s the way she’s looking at us.

Anyway, when we were in the yard, Brenda noticed a terrible smell in the air.  I of course didn’t.  Asking her to identify it, she said it smelled dead. I looked on the other side of the fence and yes, there was a very dead squirrel.  I was proud of Brenda, because usually I identify the dead smells.  Good job Brenda.  Can you tell I miss smelling?  Even dead smells?  Sigh.  Three days remain.