CHUMMY AT A DISTANCE

My husband enthusiastically decided that this social distancing thing has provided him with a new antidote for nighttime behavior. He claims that some delicate sounds, reverberating within earshot, are affecting his ability to catch some zs. He is accusing ME of extreme zzzing and until I get proof I can assure you this is a complete fabrication. He is using our current ‘viral’ situation, and CDC appeal, to be chummy-at-a-distance. And in order to avoid listening to my supposed snoring…he is proposing that one of us (me) relocate to some other bed. “We must listen to the experts”, he says, “and follow by example by consciously-uncoupling when it comes to snooze time”. Is this what they mean by safe sex? I call BS. (and perhaps a marriage counselor)

My takeaway…

laugh and the world laughs with you, snore and you sleep alone. ~anthony burgess

ONE SINGULAR SENSATION

I did bourrées this afternoon people! No cabin fever for me! My communal sport, activity, artsy boogie has singularly relocated to the area between my kitchen and my sit-down-and-eat-table. My just hanging out and minding its own business simple railing has brilliantly transformed into a ballet barre. My daughter, in all her millennial wisdom, turned me onto a LIVE Instagram offering of class taught by Tiler Peck…principal dancer with the New York City Ballet. There were pliés and tendus and we circled ronde de jambes and lifted our feet up to many a passé. There was a short adagio and then we did bourrées!! It was lovely. And I was in my pajamas. The arts and the artists reaching out and touching us all. I am in awe, but certainly not surprised…that’s what artists do. So I am onto the next dance party and I hear a former Lady Gaga back-up dancer is about ready to get a move on.

My takeaway…

the one thing that can solve most of our problems is dancing. ~james brown

PA-JAMMIN’ IN MY ‘PAD’

I am taking this social distancing to heart and rejoicing in my daily get-up of sleep suit, jammies, PJ’s or if I really want to elevate the situation…loungewear. Not going anywhere. And this self quarantining is offering me the opportunity to get things done around the house. So am I cleaning out closets? Uh, no. Am I going through the gazillion boxes of photos. Uh, nope. Am I cooking soups and stews to stock my freezer…nada. I am sitting in front of my computer, in my sleep clothes, hair in disarray, bed unmade, teeth un-brushed and breakfast uneaten. And trying my best to ration out my toilet paper squares. Really??

My takeaway…

if i wear pajamas all day, do i have to change into new ones to go to bed? ~unknown