quarantine blogging

The husband is sewing masks.  This is his first time sewing.  I can sew a button, do some rudimentary mending, and embroider a little, but not enough to actually teach him anything past “hey, double the thread so tying the stitch off is easier.”

There has been swearing.

I am surprised at how well we’re doing with quarantine and me working remotely.  There was a time we ended up snarky and snappish with each other if we spent more than three days in a row together, uninterrupted.  Nowadays, though, that sort of thing is rare.  We’ve gotten better at recognizing our feelings and each other’s signals, and better at communicating those things.  We’ve also gotten better at communicating generally.

29 years together will do that, I suppose.  29 stubborn, stubborn years.

I’m also surprised at how well I’m taking to working at home.  There are things that bother me, absolutely.  My day job is something that is better done face to face; I get really freaking sick of videoconferencing very quickly; blah blah blah.  But I love not commuting.  I like being in my space (though I miss my officemate; the overlap of our jobs is such that working in the same room is more efficient).  My boundaries are pretty good.

I also like that I have Cadbury Creme Eggs in my refrigerator right now.

 

Published by Laura E. Price

I read (you can check out my Goodreads if you want; it's linked on my blog). I write (I’ve been published in Cicada, On Spec, Strange Horizons, Beneath Ceaseless Skies, Betwixt, Metaphorosis, Gallery of Curiosities, The Cassandra Project; the stuff that’s available online is linked on my blog). I plan for the inevitable zombie apocalypse and welcome the coming of the gorilla revolution. Or the anarchist rabbits. Whichever happens first. (I also blame my husband for basically everything.)

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