Two days ago, I woke up with a sore throat. I took a COVID test, and it was negative. My cousin also took a test and she was positive.
Yesterday, I woke up feeling mostly the same, but a few hours into working, I started losing focus and feeling feverish. I took a COVID test and it was positive. I went upstairs to the guest bedroom and mostly took the rest of the work day off. Dan tested negative so he went to the room next door.
Do you feel bad?
I kinda feel bad in an emotional way
Last Wednesday, I made tacos for two of my friends, and on Friday I helped my other friend prepare some cheese fondue and hummus. I didn't take a single picture, but I wanted to make sure I saved the memory of it here.
It makes me happy when I get to cook for my friends. It makes me happier when I see them enjoying my food, and it makes me even happier when everyone lends a hand in cleaning up. It seems to be the socially acceptable thing to do, to not have your guest help you clean up afterwards, but I always, always, feel better if the dishes are done and the tables are wiped before moving on to the next part of the night.
I don't think I'd ever want to feel obligated to prepare meals for other people. I'd never want this to be my job, or to have family that I needed to cook for. But I like having a friend or two join me for my meals.
Last Thursday evening, after a few days that were much too hot, there was a brief storm (at least I think there was, because there were really dark clouds forming, but I was inside playing DDR for a few hours, so I missed it completely). After the storm, the sky turned into a warm yellow color and was filled with mammatus clouds, which was a really really cool sight to see.
But even cooler was watching all the people that got outside of their houses and cars just to take a look at these clouds. It was like Pokemon Go, except instead of capturing a virtual monster, everyone wanted to capture a photo of the sky.
I went into the office this past Thursday. I woke up half an hour earlier than I normally do, put on a dress, made myself coffee, packed my lunch, and walked to the bus stop. I was feeling like such an adult. And then right before I got to the actual stop, a bus flew right past me and I had to wait 15 more minutes until the next one showed up.
As I was sitting on the bus, I was thinking about what I should eat for breakfast because I almost always have breakfast (or else I get the shakes). I really didn't want a granola bar. How did I do this before? I've been eating breakfast regularly for many years, even when I was going to the office more.
...the eggs. Right. I would always microwave eggs for breakfast, but there's no way the admins are keeping the office stocked with eggs now.
So even though I'm trying to save more money and and even though I made my own coffee so I could skip my Starbucks run, I ended up going to Starbucks anyway for a breakfast sandwich. The person struggled to call out my name when my order was ready, so I looked at the label on the bag: "Kerstine". That's a new one.
By the time I got to the office, it was close to two hours since I woke up, and man, I used to do this commuting thing every work day and I know it didn't take this long before.
But, I got to the cafe and I saw my friend, and then two more of my friends showed up, and I remembered why I do this. In spite of the extra hours it takes, I want to keep going into the office, and I'm going to keep nudging my friends to join me.
I want to play dance games, I want to cook lots of different meals, I want to go on more walks, I want to spend time with people--I know, I said this two posts ago. Too many things, not enough time in the day. It's not necessarily a bad thing. I can easily fill my days with things that I enjoy. I just have this eight hour chunk of my day taken up by work, so I can't do all the fun things in one day.
But I did cook tonight. I tried out a new pasta recipe that was good, but not good enough for me to make a food blog post about it. And I cleaned everything up, and it is such a good feeling to have all the dishes washed before going to bed.
Two days ago I went on a mostly uphill 2.5 mile run with Dan all the way to the Rita's water ice (and then another few miles back). I have no idea how fast I was going, but I was so tired, and at the end of it, Dan celebrated by doing a cute little victory dance for me. I did a similar uphill run to Rita's on my own several years ago, albeit a little shorter, because I really wanted to get water ice on the first day of spring. At the time, I don't think I knew anyone that would make that trek to get Rita's, so it makes me very happy that I do now.