Earlier this afternoon, a furniture delivery truck drove slowly down our street.
“You didn’t order any furniture, did you?” asked my husband. He sounded absolutely horrified that this large delivery truck could be stopping at our home.
And that, my friends, pretty much sums up the current state of our household during this pandemic.
Don’t worry, the delivery truck didn’t stop, and it made a right turn onto the next street where I am sure it delivered some furniture to some actual very happy customers.
How many days until warmer weather?? We obviously need some kind of distraction.
Notes from a Self Quarantine 