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140 days

This afternoon C. turned on the TV to watch the first official NBA game since shit went sideways

"It's been 140 days since the last regulation NBA game," the announcer said.

140 days since the Before.

140 days since the last NBA game and Tom Hanks' announcement and when everything just blew up and then flattened out and then blew up and out again.

140 days in quarantine, essentially anyway.

140 days and no end in sight.

A short list of things I've become attached to during this here pandemic:

*Club crackers. Buttery goodness.
*Long showers filled with spa-like treatments (lush body washes, shower mists, etc)
*Morning snuggles with my giant lug of a cat.
*Daily-ish writing of the creative variety.
*Sleeping in a little.
*Daily exercise - it's become a must, much more effective than the anti-depressants.
*Cooking. Specifically, we've made home-made pizzas, lots of fancy salads, grilled veggie kebobs, etc. No sourdough, though.
*Better Things - why was this show not nominated for all the Emmys?
*Reading - be it the daily paper, magazines or books, it's nice to have time to actually read on the regular.
*the NYT crossword and Spelling Bee.

There are more things to add to this list, I am sure, but these are the odd things that popped into my head today as I bit into a Club cracker and realized I had only started snacking on them at some point after lockdown.

I wish it would all get better; I wish we didn't have to live this way. I wish that more than 150,000 people in the US were not dead (so far).

But I'm trying to carve out routine and find solace in the everyday.

140 days.

Here's to short lists of calm and routine and whatever patterns of normalcy we can find in all of this.

5:19 pm - 30.07.20

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