40 days locked in an apartment with two kids who barely go outside to play and haven’t seen their friends for more than a month.
I feel like that window sometimes.
Cooking, cleaning, playing, drinking coffee. Repeat.
So I start a revolution from my bed.
Never in a million years would I have thought I’d have to wear a (medical) mask in public places. This is all so surreal.
Cooking has become some kind of escape.
Dog days.
Shadows entice me.
Sunbathing on the balcony.
We only go outside twice a day to walk the dog and once or twice a week to go to the store.