I always wondered if I was going insane, would I realize it?
I guess the world is wondering the same. In Italy, they’re going to be slowly lifting the quarantine restrictions (May 4th). I still don’t know how they’ll manage all those amazing, small restaurants where you basically sit in someone else’s lap to eat, but I hope they find a way.
In Canada, the RCMP are reminding people to lock their doors in Nova Scotia after a pair broke into a house, and cleaned it. Seems to me they should be telling people to unlock their doors if this is what the thieves do in Nova Scotia.
In BC, gas was 74.9 in Abbotsford. Sadly, they are not yet paying me to take it off their hands, but still, 74.9 cents a litre? Wow. It makes me want to drive somewhere. Anywhere. Maybe waaaay up north so I can see the Northern Lights (though I hear they’re cancelled.)
In our house, we got the boys back and what a difference that makes. They even played their respective instruments together, like jamming together, man, jamming. It was awesome. Both did their homework immediately upon getting it, but I fear The-Youngest isn’t being challenged enough. Not even close.
It was also day 46 of our quarantine. And it may be showing. Vegas, the dog, has a complaint she’d like to put on the record, but that’ll have to be another day.
I do wonder how anyone would know they’re going insane, until they wake up one day, sleeping in a tub of green jello, wearing a tuba on their head, and thinking they’re swimming to mars.
I think there would be signs before this moment, though.
Here are a few. Headbands. Yes, we have them. We wear them. I don’t know why. It’s a sign.
Obsessively cleaning the toilet. I don’t think the coronavirus is spread by bum on bum contact, but that doesn’t stop me from cleaning the damn thing daily.
Discussing the deeper meaning in Tiger King. I mean, really, is there one? Really?
Walking around with one sock. And not realizing it.
Researching the deadliest snakes, the weirdest Norwegian names, or what happened to Jake Lloyd (Anakin from the Phantom Menace). I have a theory on Jake. I think he watched the movie as an adult and was so deeply ashamed that he moved to the secret city in the centre of our earth.
I’m sure there’s more (odds are that The-Prettiest-Girl-in-the-World has a BIG list), though when I asked her, she said that I was insane to start with, but starting a compost has to be on the watch-list.
Thankfully, even if I don’t notice myself going insane, I think The-Prettiest-Girl-in-the-World will. She has already begun to dig a hole in the backyard. A Joe-sized hole.
So, until tomorrow, be safe, be healthy, and respect the new world.