The Blogging Bae

It’s the end of week two of quarantine. I think? At this point, I’m not even sure what day it is although I’m not necessarily paying attention. If I do, days feel like years. My life isn’t much different outside of quarantine. I work remotely and live cross country from most of my friends and the few gal pals I have here are much further away than just next door and even if they were just next door, ‘social distancing’ is still required. For the sake of human kind...I’m staying in.  I have come to the conclusion that when we can get back to some sort of normalcy...I will be okay with not hearing the following words or phrases: quarantine, isolation or isolate, social distancing, and in these trying times...for years to come. In fact, I’m okay with never having to hear them ever again. That’s right...2020’s version of on fleek or bae or any other generational slang term that’s come and gone sucks. You can have these hashtags and shove ‘em where the sun doesn’t shine.  ...

Between my car engine blowing up, my mom’s cancer scare that turned into a hospital hostage takeover situation, and the Covid-19 monster, I have aged 20 years.  And as time progresses and more news comes rolling in concerning Covid-19, I am aging even more. Life, I guess always get worse before it ever truly gets better?  You know....up until now, I have always looked much younger than my actual age...but this year...no this year....I have caught up, I have surpassed my soon to be age 40!  To celebrate I’m throwing myself a 60th birthday bash party because that is exactly the age I feel.  At least maybe now I won’t get carded as often.  Dear 2020:  You need to go back from the beginning and try again because this shit ain’t working. And when I said I felt a change in the air on New Year’s Day....this wasn’t the change I was talking about. Although....I understand...Mother Earth has finally stepped in and she’s had enough. And, I’d...