April 10, 2020 – Day twelve of Shelter in Place:

Survived another day but I’m afraid I still don’t have anything insightful to share. It was a pretty straightforward day. No excitement of leaving the house or groceries being delivered, it was just another copy paste day. At least I spent it wearing my comfy pj’s.

Well, there was this one thing. I never, ever thought these words would ever come out of my mouth…okay, technically from my fingers out on the screen…but in any case, today we willingly, I repeat, willingly/of our own accord, decided to give the house a good clean up…just to pass the time! Everyone pitched in and we had the house looking spic and span in no time…which was kind of a bummer, it was supposed to keep us busy all day! We didn’t even have to worry about preparing lunch since my daughter made an eggplant lasagna yesterday for us to eat today.

We’ve been prepping meals in advance to make sure that especially the fresh produce doesn’t spoil before we get a chance to eat it. This includes a lot of chopping by the sous chef (that’s me if you remember correctly). Regretfully, I skipped the course on how to safely cut your veggies. Thankfully, we have a box full of gloves which we are supposed to use when going to the supermarket, but which I now use almost on a daily basis to slip over whatever fresh cut I managed to beget on the cutting board. If this lockdown lasts much longer I’m going to lose most if not all of my fingertips.

But, slicing and dicing has become my middle name and I’m not going to let a few small cuts keep me from doing what needs to be done. Sweet potato fries? Done! Diced onions, peppers and tomatoes? Voila! Grated cheese? Ouch, damnit…pass me another glove will ya!

Sous chef at work!

April 9, 2020 – Day eleven of Shelter in Place:

This morning I woke up with a burning question. If you are on lock down by yourself, does that mean you don’t need to use deodorant? I mean, who is going to complain about the smell? That’s a bit extreme of course, but I do wonder how many dress-up rituals have been set aside. If you take a sneak peek at our laundry for example, you will notice that our household has already established a shorts, t-shirts and pj’s dress code. Also, the men have unanimously decided that since they can’t get a haircut, shaving is optional too, while the women have thrown caution to the wind along with their bras!

It was therefore a hot topic when our Prime Minister appeared at the press release with a fresh new haircut. Speculations ran rampant; his wife probably did it for him, he shaved it off himself, no, he had a barber do it with clippers attached to a 2-meter pole!

Point being, most of us are no longer stressing out or bothering with the time consuming task of putting on makeup or dressing up to the nines just to strut around the house and it makes me wonder if by the end of the Corona era, people’s perception of beauty will have changed. Will we all just pick up where we left off and run to the latest ‘luscious lashes’ mascara isle or are we going to embrace the way we look, sans make-up, hairdo or fancy clothing? I’m hoping we find a midway point. A balance between wearing something you like and feeling great about it without any pressure of having to follow the latest fashion. I’m also hoping the new trend will be shorts, shirts and pj’s, that way I win either way!

This is what eleven days of being inside the house does to the mind. I’m sure I’ll have something more insightful to talk about tomorrow. It’s going to be an exciting day; I’m going to do the  laundry, which means I’ll be able to wear my favorite daytime pj’s again!

Favorite PJ’s

April 8, 2020 – Day ten of Shelter in Place:

I can’t believe it! Yesterday I was in such a philosophical mood about the perception of time that I forgot to mention the most important highlight of the day. And it’s not about a workout this time. I’ve actually decided to skip the ‘wake-up and train’ routine breakdown from now on; it’s become repetitive even for an exercise junkie like me! So, moving on to other topics…yesterday…


My license plate letter was up and after avoiding going to the supermarket for over a week, I took the plunge yesterday. Well, more like a splash than a plunge since I pre-ordered my groceries for curbside pickup! But still…I LEFT THE HOUSE…IN MY CAR! It felt weird at first, I had to get used to my car again and the streets were like Sunday-morning-empty, which was even weirder since it was lunch-time rush hour by the time I hit the road. Still, it felt good to leave the house for a bit and I enjoyed the freedom of driving on the streets of Curaçao. I got a power kick out of it and felt like the queen of the road. My hand itched to give my fellow drivers a royal wave.  

Sadly, the ride was over too soon while the curbside pickup itself took longer than I had anticipated (almost an hour, after they were the ones who informed me my supplies were ready for pick up) but the service was nice enough, which made up for the wait (kind of, but not really). There is something to be said about communication and buying groceries that a stranger picked out for you based on the list you wrote down, teaches you a thing or two about communicating properly.

So, I now have to figure out what I’m going to do with a can of Brussel sprouts I had hoped would be fresh ones and look up a recipe for the smoked salmon that was supposed to be salmon filets for Friday’s lunch. I also have an additional can of baking powder I have not much use for while I am still out of baking soda…but other than that, all was good, which means my communication skills aren’t that bad…unless you count the misunderstanding with the police, but I’m not going to get into that! (just kidding, there was no misunderstanding with the police…or was there?)

Now back to today. Since the start of the lockdown, I’ve been thinking about the parents with young children and how difficult it must be for them to keep the kiddos entertained all day long. It’s not an easy task and I must admit that I was really glad that my kids are grownups that can pretty much entertain themselves. I didn’t have to worry about cleaning up messy little hands full of paint or mud…or so I thought; I forgot to take into account having a creative grown child in the house.

So far, my daughter’s enrollment in the online photography contest has left me with achy fingers from being pricked by thorns while holding branches this way and that, dirty nails from having to dig up mud and a paint splattered back that took me about an hour to scrub off. Taking a picture of an inanimate object is apparently not good enough according to my daughter and since the photographer can’t photograph herself, she needs a model (read: guinea pig).

Playing with mud

It suddenly dawns on me why I’m being pampered with those lovingly prepared yogurt bowls…it’s still a good deal though. I just hope tomorrow’s theme isn’t water because odds are that I’ll end up head under in a bucket of water! I also must admit that the pictures turned out pretty cool, so I guess I’ll have to suck it up and indulge her crazy ideas, or even better, I’ll pay my son to be the guinea pig, oops I mean model.

I’d like to give a shout-out to all parents and their heroic efforts at keeping their little ones occupied and happy; you are doing an awesome job!

April 7, 2020 – Day nine of Shelter in Place:

Nine in the morning seems to have become my new official wake up time, regardless of the alarm clock. I still set it religiously for 6:00 am but I can’t muster up the will to let go of my pillow. To my body and its new internal clock, the most logical course of action apparently, is to turn off the alarm, dive deeper under the covers and continue sleeping. No biggie; it’s not like I’m going to get fired for being late for work!

Speaking of time, going into this second week of the lockdown I noticed that my perception of time has completely changed. In the pre-Corona era, I was always in a rush, just like almost everybody else I suppose. There was never enough time to do or finish anything and whatever I did do, it was always done haphazardly or in a hurry to get to the next task or before heading for work. But now, I have nothing but time. The day still comprises of 24 hours but there is no reason to stick to our pre-set doctrine of waking up, eating or sleeping at a specific time. There is nowhere to rush off to; time has become obsolete.

Kids collaborating amicably in the kitchen…a new first!

Today for example, we ate lunch at about three in the afternoon and we lingered at the table for almost an hour. I’m sure that this forced 24/7 togetherness will eventually start fraying our nerves and lead to conflicts and outbursts, but up till now I’m pleasantly surprised with the way we are all working together (or keeping out of each other’s hair). The kitchen especially is always full of activity, like a synchronized ballet dance; while one person is slicing and dicing, the other is searing or frying and yet another is washing and drying.

Papaya Stewousky

Today’s dance was titled: ’Papaya Stewousky’ (with the fresh green papayas from the ‘hòfi’). Just imagine the scene from ‘Ratatouille’, with all the rats working together in sync (not that I’m comparing my family with rats…although we are probably snacking through the day much like them!).

I now take my sweet old time to do things and since I’ve determined that time is obsolete, I’ve also decided that I have the prerogative to complete (or not) certain chores at an unspecified time simply because…I have time!

April 6, 2020 – Day eight of Shelter in Place:

I was not kidding about going vertical! I’ll admit that the morning got off to a slow start; I didn’t actually get out of bed until 9:00 am, but once up, I was on a roll. My only horizontal moment of the day was during the Press Release, after that I was back at it. The kids and I kicked off with a joint exercise routine and the rest of the day’s activities included cooking and cleaning (the chef called in her chips; she had online classes today, so I had full kitchen duty) and prepping for tomorrow’s lunch.

I also joined my daughter in her hunt for ‘photogenic’ flowers, for an online competition she enrolled in and I miraculously also got in some writing.

But the highlight of the day was definitely when ‘Dani’s fruits and veggies’ van stopped at our house to deliver our order. It felt like a party. We got a box full of gorgeous produce and we oohed and aahed at each and every one before carefully stowing them in the refrigerator. What an excitement! Who would have ever thought that unpacking broccoli and kale could make you leap for joy?

My mother is the queen of online shopping and not being able to order the latest gadgets, shoes, clothes and whatnots from Amazon has not deterred her from doing what she loves to do. She just switched to grocery online shopping instead and is having a ball making lists and ordering from any and all supermarkets that have delivery service. In turn, having a wide variety of vegetables to choose from has amped up our cooking game! We have been eating a lot healthier since the start of the lockdown, well…except for the occasional cakes, cookies and flans made by our pastry chef (read, my mother) that have also become part of our new meal plan.   

Later in the day we got an unexpected delivery! My father has been unable to go to his ‘hòfi’ and the guy taking care of the ‘hòfi’ brought him a crate full of pickings that included some sweet potatoes, papaya and ‘bonchi di kunuku’ (homegrown beans). If it had been a few weeks ago that my dad brought home the beans, we would have all scattered and disappeared to avoid being called upon to peel the beans. Now we almost fought for the privilege of undertaking this mundane but time killing task!

Two hours later, my mother and I proudly added our last peeled beans to the plastic container. Voilà, our work was done!

April 5, 2020 – Day seven of Shelter in Place:

No need to copy paste today; my morning routine was definitely different from the rest of the week. It was the weirdest thing really. For some reason, I couldn’t sleep last night. I’m not talking about a fitful sleep with much tossing and turning; I literally did not sleep at all until morning. First, I scrolled through Insta. Then I remembered that a friend had sent me a link where you could watch free foreign films. It had a list of about ten movies to choose from, bringing the ‘Film Festival’ experience to your home. I binge watched four movies on my phone without dozing off once, and when I glanced at my watch it was past 5:30 am; my alarm would go off any minute now, but I still had some hope that I could catch at least a few hours of sleep, so I made the executive decision to turn off the alarm clock and dove back under the covers.

It kind-of worked; I woke up at 9:30 am. But my routine had once again been disrupted and it made my entire system go on strike. I didn’t feel like exercising or even walking in the yard. I decided instead to dub this day: ‘Horizontal Sunday’. My daughter was kind enough to fix me another one of her fab yogurt bowls and brought me breakfast in bed (I’m not going to think about the huge debt I’ve accumulated with this service and will simply deal with it when she ultimately calls in her chips). I enjoyed my bowl of goodness while watching yet another movie on the list. I didn’t even bother to pause the film to follow the Press Release, which was a good thing because apparently it only lasted about 4 minutes.

I’ve had a ‘no TV in my bedroom’ policy for almost 20 years and I’ve never regretted it until the lockdown. I will deny ever having said this, but for the first time I’m starting to miss not having a TV in my room. I’ve had to make do with watching movies on my phone or laptop and it especially made my ‘Horizontal Sunday’ tricky because I had to actually walk to the TV room before I could crash on the sofa, completely undermining my new ‘Horizontal Sunday’ decree.

But apart from those few steps to the sofa, it wasn’t until lunch that I officially sat up and deliberately  walked towards the kitchen. I played nice as acting sous chef but as soon as I was done with the cutting, slicing and dicing, I covertly made my way to the sofa and settled back in my horizontal position for a Netflix session.

Fritatta extraordinare!

This time it was my son who acted as the designated waiter, bringing me my lunch; frittata accompanied by oven roasted bell peppers, the chef is really outdoing herself! I made a halfhearted attempt at sitting up straight but ended up eating at a 45-degree angle. Before even swallowing the last bite, my body slumped back into the horizontal position. I really wanted to get up and move at a certain point, or at least, that’s what my mind kept telling my body, but my limbs had their own agenda and didn’t budge. By almost 7:00 pm I finally managed to win the battle against the sofa. I got up, forced myself to go out in the yard and walked back and forth a few times to get the blood circulation going. Ten minutes in and I had had enough. I took a shower and answered the sofa’s call. I watched the news and then finally gave up on Sunday altogether and went to bed where I’m currently located, once more horizontally, back propped on a pillow and my laptop on, well, my lap! It was hard for me to write today’s entry. My regular Sundays are so completely different from this Covid19-induced-lockdown-Sunday that I didn’t know how to fill my day. I spent this entire week at home without even going to the supermarket as we had ordered groceries online and were okay on supplies. But at least I knew I had the option of going to the supermarket or the pharmacy if I really needed to. Today I didn’t have that option. Sunday, a day I usually look forward to because of its limitless options has suddenly become a tediously long and boring day. But I survived it and tomorrow is another day; I’m ready to go vertical!

April 4, 2020 – Day six of Shelter in Place:

I might as well start to copy paste at this point…so, yeah, you guessed it. Alarm went off at six, I woke up at 7:30. Walked around the house weighing my options. Should I do the treadmill again today or maybe the rower? I definitely wasn’t feeling the stationary bike; it makes me yarn too much for the outdoors. I’m afraid that instead of getting on the bike I would yank it from the standard and try to flee outside.

…Okay, the rower it is…

But then I suddenly remembered that my swim group organized a zoom meeting for 8 am (our regular swim time) to catch up on what everyone was doing since we couldn’t meet up for our weekly swim. I donned my cap and goggles just for kicks and ‘zoomed’ in. It was nice to see everyone again and to chat, but it was also a bit painful; I really miss the ocean. We talked for about an hour, signed off and I picked up my new daily routine where I had left off, which was with me just about to jump on the rower.

Another bowl of goodness…what price will I have to pay for them?

Afterwards I did a few push-ups to finish my exercise quota for the day, then quickly hit the shower and planted myself in front of the TV with another bowl of goodness prepped by my daughter, just in time for the day’s press release. (I’m slightly starting to worry about her increasing kindness, it could be that she has an ulterior motive, or that she noticed that her mother is finally losing it. I’m not sure which scenario is worse!)

They didn’t have much to report today. It was over just as I finally got all comfy on the sofa (after slowly squeezing my daughter off of it).

Time for lunch. Today’s special was oven roasted sweet peppers prepared by our new in-house chef; my daughter. By now we have all fallen into a certain routine with everyone adhering to their specific task and specialty. My daughter does most of the cooking and I do the cleanup during and after meals. I also step in as sous chef once in a while.

My mom’s delicious lemon cake!

My mother does the baking for our dessert of the day (today it was lemon cake, very tasty and lemony!) My son takes out the trash, waters the plants and handles all chores that require strength or involve lifting anything, and my father is the official taster of all foods prepared! It’s a pretty good system that seems to be working so far.

I finished my day by taking my mountain-bike for a very, very short spin in the front yard, followed by a ‘walk-a-thon’ consisting of 10 circles around the house, whereby my father acted as the official counter and triumphantly waved a white flag (read crumpled up napkin) at the end of my last lap. It almost felt like crossing the finish line at a triathlon…almost.

Riding up and down the yard…

April 3, 2020 – Day five of Shelter in Place:

And I’m back! I’m not great, but I am good, which is more than I can hope for. Yesterday evening I had a long phone conversation with my best friend. We usually meet up for coffee at least once a week to catch up on gossip or talk about everything and nothing, but of course, we haven’t been able to continue our coffee ritual since the introduction of the first quarantine measures about two weeks ago, banning people from meeting in public places. It wasn’t until we spoke on the phone that I realized how therapeutic those coffee talks had been.

I can almost visualize myself at one of my favorite coffee hangouts sitting at a cozy table for two, holding my hot cup of coffee in both hands and inhaling the earthy aroma of the beans while the heat from the mug spreads slowly from my fingers to warm up the rest of my body. But it wasn’t just about the coffee; while we sat there and sipped our cappuccino, we would take this time to  talk about whatever had been bothering us that day or week without judgement, just an opportunity to let it all out and blow off some steam. So, this time we did it by phone. We ranted and raved about the lockdown, the stupidity of some people and the admirable in others, we laughed at stupid jokes and almost cried at the injustice of it all. After talking for over an hour, the world did not magically right itself, in fact, nothing had changed but I for one did at least feel a bit better. I could still talk and laugh with my best friend, it didn’t matter that it was by phone, while drinking lukewarm instant coffee.  

So, yes, I’m back and I woke up fully revitalized (well, I still killed the alarm at 6 and slept till 8 but, I did wake up energized!). The new me, decided to take on the day with much ‘joie de vivre’, inventing all sorts of chores to keep me busy.

I scrubbed the kitchen rugs, changed and washed all the bed linens then jumped on the treadmill for an hour. I was midway through my run, when the most wonderful thing happened…my mind started to wander as it usually does when I’m outdoors on the bike. When this happens, my creative side suddenly fires up, words and sentences take form in my head and it becomes a race to keep it all in there till I get back home to put it down on paper.

I grabbed my phone to dictate my main idea on the voice recorder, but I wasn’t wearing my reading glasses and couldn’t see crap on the screen. I was torn; should I stop running and go write, simply because I could, or should I finish my run first, then go write and hope I don’t forget the gist of the story?

Any sane person would say, ‘go write!’, but then again, that person obviously doesn’t understand the complex and intricate inner-workings of my lunatic mind! To me, stopping would have meant deviating from the norm and this was the first time in a long time that something finally felt like ‘the norm’.

I wouldn’t have been able to step off the bike to write, so in my mind, I should stick to that principle. What did I decide to do, you might ask? Well, let’s just say that what I’m writing right now wasn’t exactly what I had planned to write, but I think I at least did get the gist of it!

Silent witnesses to a crazy mind…

April 2, 2020 – Day four of Shelter in Place:

Alarm off at 6:00 am, me up at 8:00 am. My day does not start off too well. I don’t have the will power to face either the gym or my bike waiting for me on the porch. I just can’t. My new mantra seems to have become: What’s the point?

Instead I decide to face my other new arch-nemesis…I grab my laptop and try to give it a go. ‘Write down your feelings’, they say. ‘Write about all of the positive things this lockdown has brought with it’. Easier said than done. My feelings are a big jambalaya of emotions. Yes, it has brought the family closer; yes, we are giving our planet some breathing space, but at what cost?

People dying needlessly around us. Others stuck at home in deplorable situations. I shouldn’t complain; I’m in no position to complain. I’ve got my family close to me and we are all in good health and safe. I have a solid roof over my head and enough provisions to last me through the month and then some! But I still feel an emptiness inside I can’t put into words. The world as we now it has shifted and there is nothing I can do about it. I can’t fix it or control it and this lack of control has made my inner world shift as well.

My comfort breakfast delivered by my daughter…ignore the crotch sniffing dog in the background!

This imbalance is something new I have to learn to deal with. I’ve never been overly organized and am okay with sudden changes but waking up every morning with absolutely no structure to the day, no schedule to adhere to, no list of things to do, or places to visit…it’s really starting to mess with my head. Thank God for the little things, like my daughter seeming to sense my somber mood this morning and surprising me with my comfort breakfast; yogurt with fruit and homemade granola (yes, of course we’ve been  making our own granola…why the heck not, we’ve certainly got the time to do it!)

April 1, 2020 – Day three of Shelter in Place:

I had truly hoped that today the government would announce that this has all been a big April fool’s joke. A huge conspiracy with all governments worldwide finally working together for a big HAHA we got you suckers! But no, it’s not a joke, it’s seriously another day in lock-down. My alarm woke me up at 6:00 am but I again ignored it and got up at 8:00 am. Joined the kids for a 30-minute workout in the gym then took it outside (as in on the porch) for a 30-minute bike ride. Exercise for the day: Done!

I wouldn’t want you to think that all I do is exercise but it is kind of the main activity of the day. I’m usually done by 11 to 11:30 which is just in time to take a shower and plop in front if the TV for the daily Press Conference. Then it’s time to prepare lunch which can be anything from an elaborate meal prepared together with my daughter, leftovers from a previous elaborate meal, or a quick avocado wrap. By the time lunch is cooked, eaten and everything cleaned up it’s usually 3 in the afternoon; a good time to start the Netflix marathon till news at 8 pm, another round of Netflix and then bedtime. That’s pretty much the day in a nutshell. Sometimes it’s my Kindle instead of Netflix and other times (not often enough regretfully) I sit down to write, but that’s pretty much the routine.

Contemplating this new Corona life

I thought a lockdown would be the ideal time for me to completely seclude myself for a few hours and get some writing done but I can’t seem to get myself there. My mind is all over the place, I can’t sit still and focus. At the moment I prefer to be around my family in a flurry of activity than alone in a room with a laptop. Hopefully I’ll find my inner peace soon because this thing could drag on for another two weeks or even more. I know that once I get the flow going I could sit and write for hours, but right now I just can’t do it. Maybe I’m subconsciously fighting it. I feel more secure in my ‘I don’t have time to sit down and write’ world than in this ‘I have nothing but time to write’ reality. So today, I took some time to take in my surroundings, count my blessings, quiet my mind and wait for the flow to come…

March 31, 2020 – Day two of Shelter in Place:

I set my alarm again…apparently maintaining a routine helps keep you sane. I set it for 6:00 am instead of my usual 4:15 wake-up time; I want to maintain a routine or whatever; not torture myself unnecessarily! So, I officially woke up at 6:00 am, turned off the alarm and proceeded to turn over in bed and continue sleeping because seriously, what was the point?! I woke up again at around 7:30 am ready to face the day, sort of. Exercise is very important to me; it’s been a big part of my life for over 20 years.

I’ve struggled with my weight for most of my youth and early young adult life, yoyoing between being slightly overweight to obesity and finally managed to reach and maintain a healthy weight in my early thirties. I was able to accomplish this difficult feat by adhering to a rigorous training schedule that includes swimming, biking and running, combined with gym workouts. Most of what I do, I do  outdoors, so being cooped up in a house is not just screwing up my training, it’s really messing with my mental well-being as well…and this is only day two!

Luckily for me, I have a pretty cool gym setup at home, so even though I might not be able to enjoy the outdoors anytime soon, I can at least still get some exercise in.

Today I decided to do a mini triathlon: 30 minutes on the stationary bike, followed by a 30-minute run/walk on the treadmill and 30 minutes on the rower. I fought the boredom of the bike by watching 2 Omeleto movies on YouTube. One of them about a pandemic…good way to scare myself into adhering to the lock-down order!

Mini Tri completed!

My lockdown logbook

Our worst fear has come to pass; the government has decided to upscale from quarantine to complete lockdown. No more leaving the house for takeout or going outdoors for a bit of fresh air while hiking, biking or swimming. We now have to stay at home and can only venture out twice a week for essential matters such as getting groceries, going to the doctor or to the pharmacy. It’s bad enough that I haven’t been able to work since the start of the quarantine, but not even leaving the house? This is going to be tough!  

But it’s all about looking at the positive side of things right? It’s debatable that there could be a positive side to thousands of people dying, but if we want to survive this crisis with our sanity intact, we will have to shelve that thought for a while and focus instead on what will help us get through it. In my case, my yard and makeshift home gym have become my saving grace.

I live with my parents and my two grown children (23 and 21) in what is called a ‘two-under-one-roof’. The house is literally split in two, with my parents living on one side and my kids and I on the other. We share a big yard that I used to complain about because of the maintenance and which I am now truly grateful for. I can’t imagine how families that reside in small apartment buildings with no balcony, or just a sliver of one, are coping with being cooped up all day long, day after day after day. So, no, I can’t complain but that doesn’t mean that it won’t be challenging to survive the lockdown. I’ve decided to keep a logbook. Writing a daily entry serves several purposes: It gives me something to do and I’m hoping it will also have a calming effect whenever I read it back, allowing me to see things from a different perspective; a sort of personal therapy session. I invite you to wander through the inner workings of my mind and experience the lockdown from my perspective…if you dare…


March 30, 2020 – Day one of Shelter in Place:

I turned off my alarm last night; there is no point in waking up at dawn, it will only make the day longer. Besides, if I can’t go biking or running outside, there is no need to ‘beat the sun’. And yet, somehow my alarm still went off at 4:15…apparently it didn’t get the memo!

Walking circles around the house

Luckily I was able to snooze a bit longer and finally woke up at 7:30. First order of business: laundry. Got that done Then…morning exercise, yippee-yay! We improvised our very own cross-fit-ish set-up (sans the crazy workouts, more like cross-fit for dummies) in the front yard and spent about 20 minutes switching from station to station. Cooldown was a 1km walk around the house (equal to 10 circles; I counted them!).

Imagining being on the road…

I still didn’t feel like I had burned off enough energy to get me through the day, so I went for a 30-minute spin on the stationary bike. I parked the bike on the porch outside to trick my mind into thinking I was out on the streets. It almost worked too, until it hit me that birds were doing deliberate fly-bys, mocking my pathetic attempt at pretending to be free like them. Still, I trudged on to complete the 30 minutes I had set myself to do.

It felt more like an hour, but I did it. Feeling totally accomplished, exhausted and super sweaty I took a shower, then I made the mistake of checking my watch…it was only 10:30 in the morning!

Hello world!

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