The past few days, I’ve been productive, but very irritated at everyone. We’re talking The Grinch Who Stole Christmas levels of grouchiness. I was confused, until I talked on the phone with my friend for 2 hours, and my mood improved dramatically. Right– I wasn’t angry; I was just really lonely. Everyone has different ways of coping with social isolation. There have been good moments, like arm wrestling my brother. He won by a landslide. Just a year ago, I was beating him. “3, 2, 1,” my step-sister counted, and as soon as she said “1”, my arm was on the table. I lost to him that quickly.
“Whoa,” I said. It makes me wonder how I’d fare in an arm-wrestle with someone closer to my age. Then, I spent time doing an equally strenuous arm exercise: cleaning out my closet. It was a project that took up much of Saturday. My entire closet is decluttered, so today, I took pictures for Poshmark.
My Poshmark name is @veravintage. I am saying goodbye to such gems as the minidress in the photos above.
Also, I think staying active is really important during this quarantine, both mentally and physically. That’s why I’m going to go for a jog. I’m documenting it right here so that I can hold myself accountable. You know how sometimes, you wake up and tell yourself, “I, Vera Levi, am going to exercise,” and then you just can’t make yourself? I exercise 5x per week, and some days are more fun than others. Later today, I absolutely will go for a jog. I’m also going to work for Continuity Care in the evening. I work as a companion for people with special needs. They called and asked if I wanted to take on another case. “You’d be working with a nurse in Newport beach,” they said.
I listened patiently. “Is this something you are interested in?” I decided not to do it. Thankfully, I don’t have to take more cases. I only have one case right now, and that person is also in quarantine. Even though I work for a company full of nurses, I’m trying as hard as possible to stay safe. This quarantine has been enjoyable for one member of our household, and one member only: the cat. Meet Paradise. His talent is sleeping, which is a talent that I really wish I possessed.
I would have included a sleeping photo, except that as my sister pointed out, it makes him look dead, which is really not the goal here. I calculated that this cat sleeps 15 hours. That’s 9 more hours than I’ve been sleeping. I don’t know why my insomnia is back, and I’m using coffee as my medicine until I figure it out.
What have you been up to during this quarantine?