Quarantine Candy

I dropped a card off to my neighbours last week with a copy of my post "Porch Drop". I left it in their mailbox and waved, and then panicked for my entire walk that I might have COVID and they will probably die, all from me infecting them with my nice gesture. But for the actual split second that I dropped the envelope in the mailbox, it felt pretty fulfilling to do something nice for people I didn't know. The next day, when I walked past their home, they both stood up and gave me the thumbs up symbol from their window. I smiled, finally feeling like I'd done some good during a time of feeling generally so helpless. *** The bugs by the waterfront are at the height of super annoying at the moment, so I haven't seen my lovely neighbours this week because I was forced to change my routine.   I started doing sprints down the path behind my house instead.   It gave me back an hour into my day (because I'm so, so busy, you know, that I could use another ...

"You're missing a bobble." That one sentence literally put me into giggles last night. I'm missing a bobble on my right slipper. The same pair of slippers I've worn every single day since March 17th. A light blue pair of Dollarama slippers that were given to me as a Christmas present with two dark blue bobbles on each foot. I'm missing a bobble. This is where we're at. I have a bobble shortage. *** I woke up this morning with an urge to burn every pair of tights in my closet. My current Quarantine uniform looks like this - Dollarama slippers - $1.00 Black fleece tights from St. Jacob's market purchased two years ago - $20.00 cash Black long sleeve T-shirt from Old Navy - $9.99 (never would pay full price at Old Navy - it's a psychological win on discounts and savings to shop there)  Black Hazel Mae long sweater that needed to be thrown out at least twelve months ago and I continue to " get another year out of" -...