Where nothing is fun and the pants don’t matter.

Well, this has been swell. I don’t even know what to say, other than 1) I’m not running, 2) I’m not creative, and 3) I’m now obsessed with the Revolutionary War. And Hamilton.

Also, I have bleached my own hair. And threw in some blue, along with brown and red. I’m a colorful bird. #QuarantineHair

Quarantine began, shall we say, when I wasn’t actually at home. Which is somewhat awkward, I’ll be honest. We were on a family vacation to Mississippi with the ENTIRE FAM: The Hubs, the Rowdy Boys, my mother, and my inlaws. That was the last time I was somewhere. I haven’t been anywhere since the beginning of March. I do not go to places, no matter what they are.

And when the Stay-At-Home order started, I had these delusions of grandeur. Time with my children. Crafting. Making memories. We watched a livestream Dropkick Murphys concert. We did Lunch Doodles with Mo, because my kids love the Elephant and Piggy books. All. Kinds. Of. Fun. I thought about making a scrapbook of all our adventures.

The Hubs and I have been working throughout this, because we’re both essential employees. Now I’m homeschooling. And working. And writing. And yeah, that meme about paintings of Renaissance women laying around with their tits out after the Black Plague, yeah, that’s true. It’s completely true because I don’t want to move anymore. I’m stressed. Flipping stressed out and irritated and no, I don’t want to try and figure out New Math anymore or figure out what may or may not be available at the grocery store. But, I have made a lot of bread. I bought a brick sized container of yeast.

I also subscribed to a fruit/vegetable delivery service and, as I washed and dried my mail order produce and put it away, I thought, “Dang, this must be what it was like to be a pioneer.”

No.

I’m too afraid to go outside and run, so I’ve done a few (as in three) walks through the woods behind our house. When people walk past our window on said path, I glare at them like they’re billy goats and I’m an ogre under a bridge. I am a hot mess.

There are positives, though. We’re healthy. We’re working. I don’t have to leave the house, which I don’t like to do anyway because I hate social interaction–so that’s a win win. When we CAN go outside, I cannot imagine the level of social awkwardness I’m going to bring with me. Anticipate me speaking VERY LOUD and VERY FAST and talking about all the things I’m obsessed with at the moment, because the people I’m stuck in the house with (MY FAMILY) do not enjoy the same things I do.

Which leads me right into……

….I AM OBSESSED WITH HAMILTON.

Alexander Hamilton and the Revolutionary War. So. Much. Love. Suddenly, I’m learning all the words to Guns and Ships, I want to learn French. I want to go to New York City and see the like, sixteen Rev War places I can see and touch and wriggle in. I BOUGHT BOOKS!!!!

I actually bought many books. These are four of them. Two others, memoirs of Benjamin Tallmadge and John Graves Simcoe, were delivered later. AND, The Hubs was holding out on me and had David McCullough’s book, 1776, on the top shelf of his closet.

I may have also bought a silhouette cameo necklace of Benjamin Tallmadge. You see, I also binged on Turn: Washington’s Spies…..oh, and I bought that book too.

There are no rules in quarantine. Buy All The Books. Swoon all the mens.

So, of course, I’m already plotting out a novel. The only thing I don’t know if it should be paranormal or just historical. Decisions decisions.

And speaking of books, I’ve got some upcoming publishing news to share. Stay tuned for that.

In the end, I’m stressed, depressed, and Lafayette obsessed. Bonjour. Until my county is back in “the Green Zone,” though, you can find me in the basement, like Gollum, surrounded by books and hissing about the first continental congress. “We LOVESSSSSS the Sons of Liberty, we do.”

Still a nerd.