Things are getting better, in that I’m back to my usual stuff and nonsense, just now I wear a mask to visit the Starbucks drive-thru and to walk around the block. Let’s catch up on My Corona.
Tar-ona Update Numero Ocho
Things are picking up what with my area being in yellow (up? down? from red). I still am hibernating — it’s my natural state. Life’s sense of humor continues, unabated. Let’s catch up on My Corona.
Friday Fhoughts Folume Seventeen, Tar-ona Update Numero Siete
I would have posted this Tuesday, but it took me this long to kinda sorta get used to this Gutenberg nonsense. I stopped playing with blocks when I was 2. Anyhoo, let’s talk about fhoughts/update you on My Corona.
Tar-ona Update Numero Seis
The days of the week have names and I now know which is which (after two months+ on lockdown). The date? No clue. Please consult a calendar. Let’s catch up on My Carona.
Friday Fhoughts: Folume Sixteen / Tar-ona Update Numero Cinco
It’s been 24 days since my last post, but I thought it’s only been, like, two weeks. So maybe we’ll go with that? Let’s talk about fhoughts/update you on My Carona.
Tar-ona Update Numero Quatro
Unlike many, I don’t need a haircut. My bob has finally grown to my shoulders and all is well in my hair world. Silver linings, you know. Let’s catch up on My Carona.
Tar-ona Update Numero Tres
Honest to blog, I thought this was week four of the updates. It’s SatThurSun today, right? Let’s catch up on My Carona.
Tar-ona Update Numero Dos
After watching Canada’s Prime Minister’s updates in French (and English), I wish now I’d used that lovely language in my titles instead of Spanish. Let’s catch up on My Carona.
Tar-ona Update Numero Uno
I’m blogging. It’s not like I have a ton of things I have to do besides that right now, eh?
Friday Fhoughts: Folume Fifteen
Is this thing on?
*taps microphone then wipes it and my hands profusely with hand santizier*
