Had to wake up at 7am to prepare for remote work which is weird because no one can really see you at your work desk still in your pyjamas, face unwashed, teeth unbrushed, but there’s this need for some normalcy, for some semblance of the usual routine- and this is just day 1.

Which turned out to be uneventful. Work is work and I’ve always been good at it because I like it, but I don’t want to talk about it because it already consumes so much of my life. By 4pm, I feel exhausted and I had to lie down for a while and felt a bit guilty about answering emails in bed- but you can, I tell myself!

It was a gorgeous sunny day and walking around the house for breaks, I would watch the dairy just across the house where people came and went as if everything was normal- maybe it is, until you get infected, no?

There are moments of anxiety which is stupid because I get anxious about stupid things like, how are we going to celebrate Easter? How will I get good sirloin or Lewis Road butter?

But this is me- this is my life and my reality.

I did two batches of laundry.
I checked online if Smith and Caughey’s was delivering but they’re not.
Thank God Sephora is.
Should I grow out my hair?
Have to finish up drawing an exercise regimen.
I am 72kgs and I can see my abs in the morning when I haven’t eaten anything- all it takes for them to show now is regular abwork and cardio which I can now do because we’re stuck at home for four weeks.
I can also further lower my cholesterol level and get a perfect score by the time i do my regular bloodwork.
I can sort my clothes.
I can stop buying clothes and be able to save.
I can buy that new iPad because I’ve been able to save from not buying clothes.

This is my life and my reality.