All winter, I’ve waited to be snowed in. The only thing I’ve wanted to do, was make soup, stay cozy in my jammies, sleep and watch my shows.
As if God has heard my prayers, my work has closed for a few weeks. Now, while some are concerned for the alterations in their daily routines and life, while they’re busy stocking up their pantries with toilet paper and bleach, I have already caught up on 46 hours of sleep.
Stuck at home for two weeks? Self-quarantined?? No problem!!! I would fare just as fine on house arrest. Such a pleasure for it to now be known as acceptable, to not leave one’s house.