somewhat stir crazy . . .
We've been in quasi lockdown for nigh
onto a year. I'm tired of house arrest.
I'm missing my friends, to say nothing
of my own children!
I have gotten a kick out of writing cards
and letters, something I came up with
whilst missing my people. We've enjoyed
the odd ride and a very occasional seeing
the children with masks on and social
distancing.
According to the newscasters, this year
has been one of increased pregnancies,
family feuds and divorces . . . Frankly,
I'm beyond thrilled that my guy and
I get along so well, enjoy each other's
company and are old enough to be
satisfied with curtailed activities.
Hell, at this point, I might even settle
for a haircut as Phyllis Diller and I
are nigh onto looking like long lost
twins . . . but I swear, somebody had
better get me the hell out of Dodge
pretty damn soon!!!
claustrophobia
emotions running amok
color me locked up
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