Thoughts During Self-isolation

I love not working. I’m good at not working. I was made for not working.
I don’t love not working when the rest of my family is home. I have yet to determine why their presence hinders my ability to do the things I want to get done around the house, but it does.
Republicans want to kill us all.
Tik-Tok is a dangerous time suck, and I can feel my brain cells dying every minute I spend on it. But I Can’t. Stop.
I can only seem to read at night, reading until the wee hours of the morning because I can’t sleep and then waking up late in the morning because I fell asleep so late. It’s a vicious cycle.
This was a terrible time to lose my job.
Games on my phone like One Dot and Homescapes are great distractions.
Lizzo is my jam.
I don’t miss people (very much).
I do miss all the sports. What I wouldn’t give for a basketball game or a baseball game right now.
I am the lone introvert in a family of extroverts.
My husband drinks A LOT of coffee.
There IS such a thing as withdrawal symptoms from long-term OTC allergy med usage, and I am currently in that hellscape.
I’ve already lived through enough historical events in my life – Challenger, end of the Cold War, 9/11, the first Iraq war. I don’t need to add any more to my life experience.
Is it too soon to start wishing for the end of 2020? Because I’m ready to chalk this year up to bad juju and start fresh.
That is if we survive the Republicans.
I will get through my backlog of reviews someday, but I figure there is no hurry since it has already been a month.
I may not be reading very often, but I AM making excellent reading choices because HOT DAMN have the stories been amazing.
Thank goodness for robot vacuums.
I’ve been making my own cleaning products since the beginning of the year, and I swear they are better than manufactured products.
My husband sent me a link to an article about attachable bidets, and I am seriously considering giving him permission to do it. At least then I wouldn’t have to worry or continue wondering why there is a shortage of toilet paper of all things.
Every author who has ever written a post-apocalyptic or pandemic novel was wrong. It’s not nearly as exciting and dangerous as they made it seem.
Well, except for the Republicans. They really do want to kill us all to protect “the economy,” aka their corporate profits.
All of the inspirational quotes I am seeing are equally inspiring and annoying. So sue me.
I may be a little bored.

How is everyone faring? Anybody watching good TV right now? I flew through all five seasons of Peaky Blinders last week and need something equally compelling and dark to watch since that is about all I want to do right now.