One Month and Change

I left the house yesterday for the first time in over 35 days. It was just to take some soup to my in-laws, but it felt weird hopping in the car and driving. Jen's been doing all the errands because I've been working, and since I'm already a mess thanks to my asthma and allergies, it's better I reduce my exposure to everyting.

I thought I'd write more during this. I like the idea of keeping a journal during this pandemic to look back on. That didn't happen. I think mostly because not much is happening. The days all kind of bleed together. I have little projects, but nothing I really feel like talking about. I don't feel like doing more baking shows. My experimentation in the kitchen is now mostly trying to come up with creative ways to use up almost-expired canned goods.

I love that people are being creative within the constraints of our new reality. I don't know where we'll end up after this, but I'm hoping that creativity doesn't stop.

I wish I had something useful to say. I'm just trying to keep going.