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On Saturday the boy toy and I cut each other's hair. As I explained in the previous entry, I've been cutting his hair for a while now, but this was the first time he trimmed mine. He ended up taking off about two and a half inches. My hair feels SO much better without all those split ends. It gets much less snarly.
Yesterday I spent three sessions on Zoom: one for my morning church service, one with several friends in lieu of our "sewing weekend" in West Virginia, and one for the first part of our annual church auction. The service was probably the last one to be held in the sanctuary for a few weeks, because of the Maryland governor's stay-at-home executive order today. (Not that we had a lot of people in the sanctuary -- the minister, the pianist, and the minister's husband in the tech-support role.)
The boy toy was out running shopping errands while the news came out about the stay-at-home order, which kicked in at 8 p.m. He really likes to get errands done first thing in the morning, which is fine with me if I do not have to tag along to provide money from my debit card. He had a lot of trouble finding toilet paper and yeast. Now, I am not going to recount all the details of the nationwide shortage of bathroom tissue; I will just point out that he and I bought a pack of 18 "mega rolls" at Lidl just a day or two before the hoarding became noticeable. We still have a few rolls left, but I thought it would be prudent *not* to wait until we are using our last roll before we go shopping for this commodity again. He visited five or six stores (so much for "social distancing") and the only place that had TP (and baking yeast) was our local food co-op. Purchases were limited to two single rolls per visit. Ah, well, we have at least slightly postponed the day when we will need to use scraps of old T-shirts to wipe our butts....
Today I had a massive case of writer's block. I kept reading things online but doing hardly any writing. Maybe this was my brain's way of handling the added stress of this coronavirus crisis.
Yesterday I spent three sessions on Zoom: one for my morning church service, one with several friends in lieu of our "sewing weekend" in West Virginia, and one for the first part of our annual church auction. The service was probably the last one to be held in the sanctuary for a few weeks, because of the Maryland governor's stay-at-home executive order today. (Not that we had a lot of people in the sanctuary -- the minister, the pianist, and the minister's husband in the tech-support role.)
The boy toy was out running shopping errands while the news came out about the stay-at-home order, which kicked in at 8 p.m. He really likes to get errands done first thing in the morning, which is fine with me if I do not have to tag along to provide money from my debit card. He had a lot of trouble finding toilet paper and yeast. Now, I am not going to recount all the details of the nationwide shortage of bathroom tissue; I will just point out that he and I bought a pack of 18 "mega rolls" at Lidl just a day or two before the hoarding became noticeable. We still have a few rolls left, but I thought it would be prudent *not* to wait until we are using our last roll before we go shopping for this commodity again. He visited five or six stores (so much for "social distancing") and the only place that had TP (and baking yeast) was our local food co-op. Purchases were limited to two single rolls per visit. Ah, well, we have at least slightly postponed the day when we will need to use scraps of old T-shirts to wipe our butts....
Today I had a massive case of writer's block. I kept reading things online but doing hardly any writing. Maybe this was my brain's way of handling the added stress of this coronavirus crisis.
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Date: 2020-04-01 12:35 am (UTC)From: