Day 12

…and it feels like Day 12.

It hasn't been long enough that I've forgotten the day of the week or the meaning of time, but I have unconsciously started using food as my primary calendar. As of today, I have been in isolation for two batches of muffins and two loaves of bread. Besides the HM, I haven't had an in-person conversation longer than 30 seconds with any other human in two-point-five curries, which is a long time--I've been making giant curries that last all week. I've been somewhere in the house or yard nearly every hour of the time it takes the habitat mate to go through two quarts of half & half, two tablespoons at a time.

I bet I've already set some personal records in the last 13 days. Most Times Intentionally Pointing A Video Camera at My Face, for sure. Very likely Most Spoons Used in a Two-Week Interval. As many times as I've done it this week, I'm nowhere near my Number of Times Opening A News Website, Cursing, and Closing Said Website Without Reading Any Articles record. November 2016 will never be bested in that respect. Almost certainly I've set new top scores in daily utterances of the following words and phrases: Respirator, Distancing (1), Mute Button, Antigen, Introvert, Lipid Sphere, Holed-Up, and Cryptic Transmission (2). Also Lederhosen, but we'll let the reasons for that remain between the HM and myself.

(1) Throwing a six-foot-separated dance party? Don't. But saying you did, call it "Social DisDance." Obviously.

(2) Cryptic Transmission is such a good band name, it plays its own face-melting guitar solos.