Sundays are weird now

While we have very scheduled out days M-F so that mom and dad can get some sort of work done (calls, meetings, writing, etc), the weekends we left as a family free-for-all. And it was splendid.

We stayed in our pajamas past noon, we made slow, leisurely breakfasts, we did loads of puzzles, read books, and even went for a drive. At dinner, Jamie was cutting up onion, celery and carrots with a knife and I pointed out how much faster it would be with the food processor. His response was, “But what else am I going to do with my time?”

In all honesty, this is the silver lining of this whole lock down. The time. The slowness. It’s phenomenal.

Anyway, here are some photos of our activities today. The puzzle up top that’s solved? I need you to know that *I* was the one who solved it.

But don’t Sunday evenings feel weird now? Like, I’m not figuring out my clothes for Monday or the week ahead. I’m not packing lunches. I’m not dreading X, Y or Z at the office (but let’s be real — I’ve been avoiding that feeling for the last 6 years since I started my own business). But you get what I mean. Sunday night dread isn’t really a thing so much now… or is it?

Also, I sent out a note to our block saying we would throw some puzzles on the front porch and if others wanted to bring by their own puzzles we could do an exchange — which was SO GREAT for today! I love my neighborhood. I love how my city has stepped up. I think my Governor is doing a bang up job. I’m just really happy that locally things are great. Because nationally? It’s a total shitshow. And we all know who to blame.