Time no longer means anything. I have absolutely no idea how long I’ve been under stay-at-home. You could tell me 8 weeks or 18 weeks and I’d nod my head and say “that sounds right.” Confession: for as much as everyone wants to get things back to “normal,” I’m in no rush. I’m enjoying it.Continue reading Help! I’m in Love with The Quarantine (ft. 161. Turkey on a Skewer)
