I‘ve made a crucial mistake. In order to keep myself from eating all the chocolate candy that I bought for isolation/quarantine/apocalypse, I asked my daughter to store and hide the goods so I didn’t eat them all at once. My daughter has self-control. I’m not sure how she developed this trait. It was not from my genes nor did she acquire it from the environment in which I raised her. (If not nature or nurture, then aliens?) Now, no matter how many times I ask, she won’t give me ANY candy. This morning I went to the grocery and did what I should have done all along: bought my own stash and hid them in the kitchen drawers no one uses but me.

I had Toffifay for breakfast.

Go me.

At the grocery, there was a man coughing and not covering his mouth.

Dude.

He was at the end of the aisle I had just entered. I turned around, went someplace else, and avoided him for the rest of the trip.

Also this morning, homeschool had been in session for about 25 minutes when kid 2 had technical issues and had to switch to his other computer. This house contains every computer and device anyone could ever need; we’re a technologically savvy household. How are other people going to manage if this is already happening to us?

There is resentment among the children that they can’t go anywhere. Kid 1 needs to return a damaged book to Amazon. She chose Whole Foods as the drop-off. But as I am the designated errand-runner, she won’t be going. I predict this resentment will grow exponentially.

In other news, I have 15 days to finish this draft of my novel. I’m sure my two hungry, now-homeschooled, housebound teenagers will be very supportive.

ANISE RAE