On Lockdown
Day Two of the end of the world. We're officially on lockdown now. Went to the madhouse of a supermarket. Bought supplies for a few weeks. Drawbridge is up at the witches cottage. It's still pissing cats and dogs. And I'M THRILLED! (No, not about the pandemic, and the terrible state of the world. Just the social-distancing part.) Those roots! Generally, I'm in braids. So much time to write. So much time to paint. So much time to read. So much time watch everything. Sleeping in. But no boxing which sucks. Once you are in boxing shape you never want to skip a day or take time off because getting into boxing shape is so bloody hard. And there's no way in hell I would actually get that in shape without someone else holding me accountable. It's been one day and I already miss the gym. Gravity already has it claws in me. I can feel it. I could take up running, but let's be real, that would last for a couple of days. Hmmm. I could always wear latex glove...