Today I feel a little stir crazy.
It’s absolutely GORGEOUS outside, but I don’t want to leave Kosmo alone right now, so I can’t go for a walk. He likes going outside, but not for long, so my trips into the sunshine are short lived.
I just ate a poptart. That’s where I am at in this quarantine. I’m a 37 year old and I ate a strawberry poptart. I’m not going to lie, it was everything I hoped it would be.
At least there is a good dinner cooking in the crockpot: Beef Stroganoff. One of my favorites and a twofer because we get to eat it again tomorrow!
Unfortunately, a poptart does not fill me up, so I will have to eat again very soon.
There is a basket of clementines on my counter. I should eat one of those, but I’m not feeling it today, so I’ll probably make a PBJ and have an applesauce cup.
Apparently I’ve reverted to a 9 year old: poptarts, PBJs and applesauce cups…
Well, if this isn’t the most scattered and incoherent post you’ve read this March, I’d like to see what beat it. 🙂 That’s all I have for today, folks. I am going to go spend some time with Kosmo, read a book (or three), and drink more tea.