Quarantine day 67

Oleg escaped our quarantine on Friday, returning to an empty echoing apartment. On Saturday, excited to be free, he went fishing and fried more than his catch--his SnapChat selfie showed a very red Ukraine lobster. This is what he gets for leaving the nest. We women always made sure he had on sunscreen!

Darcy spent the weekend teaching a lifeguard training class from sun up to sundown at a huge manmade lagoon. She did well with the sunscreen, only burning a small strip of skin, and maintained the Red Cross' new COVID-19 rules with social distancing, etc.

I finally some spring cleaning in returning Oleg's bedroom into the office/sitting area. Summer classes for Darcy began today and we needed a better arrangement now that she will be sharing the office with me.

We did our first return to the grocery, meaning we didn't order online for delivery or pick-up. MISTAKE! The Publix we visited was overcrowded, and we roamed over an hour. My nose, cheeks, forehead, and eyes itched the entire time, and by checkout, I was a sweaty mess behind the mask. I really regretted, upon our return home, averting my eyes from the Ding Dongs in aisle 9.

While in quarantine, I need junk food.

Our new norm WO--without Oleg--requires me to find something to occupy my time on Tuesday and Thursdays from 9:30 to 12:00 while Darcy is in Zoom class. I did so today by Facetiming my SIL Susan for a three-hour catch-up, before sitting down to write.

I'm also working on my tan poolside. It's a good life. I can't complain. But not being able to just up and leave my house on a whim? Yep. Starting to get old.