Like we have forEVER (well, since March 2020), we decide to take a little anxiety reducing nap in the living room. Chewy on the comfy chair/ottoman, me on the slowly breaking (on his side mostly) couch...Hubs asks me to Do the Thing. I turn on the calming sounds of Thunderstorms and we rest for 20 mins. The alarm goes off...and since its Friday after a loooong week...we decide to relax a bit longer--maybe 15 mins more?
Willow comes down first. But its okay. She ignores us and goes straight for the kitchen. She gets something to drink, she asks Alexa to play a song or two and she paces and dances to the songs. Quietly, so we are still napping and relaxing and decompressing.
Then Michael comes down. Asks us what are our plans for the evening. (He starts his new term of college NEXT week...so, he hasn't really been doing much this week except being anxious about the world, etc.) We mutter some ideas...Dad mutters something about playing chess.
Michael tells Willow to be QUIET and quit making noise under his room. She then leaves the kitchen, turns on a light in the softly darkened living room, and starts pacing there.
Michael goes up stairs quickly bringing down the chess game....thunderstorm sounds still echoing in the air...yeah...no extra time now---TIME TO BE UP!
That is generally how its been a lot here. We try to get along, we generally do...but we are also getting in each others ways sometimes...cuz, you know, you ALL know...because we can't go ANYWHERE.
Well...at least we have our health, if not our sanity.
Random cat picture for fun.
