Day 11. Desperation hits.

Day 11. Desperation hits.

I know what I did was wrong. I can’t un-do it. Thirty years ago I accidentally saw Martha Stewart while flipping channels. She was making saltines. She had a special tool that punched the little holes. I have referred back to that moment ever since: seeing...
Day 10. A do-cathlon.

Day 10. A do-cathlon.

Ten ideas for a successful tenth day in captivity. No pressure to try any or all on any given day – this is just some entertainment for mind, body and soul. A lot of things we do will tick several of these boxes! Do something for someone else. Do you have a...
Day 9. How about a party?

Day 9. How about a party?

Have you heard of the House Party app? It’s like Zoom or Skype – we can connect and people can come and go. Who would be up for a virtual party with drinks and snacks this coming Friday? All you have to do is download the app – I’ll figure out...
Day 8. Dialing back…

Day 8. Dialing back…

Yesterday was quite a post, took a long while to write and think about. Today I’ve been Zoom-ing and Skype-ing and Whats-Apping a lot. The result is a much shorter post today. But size isn’t everything! In fact, I can put a lot in a small space (you should...
Day 7. Skeered.

Day 7. Skeered.

I was too subtle in my last post. A very dear friend, one of my writing group buddies, wrote to cheer me on for being honest about my fears yesterday. But I wasn’t all that honest. I have been tearing up a few times a day, but even before the coronavirus I have...
Day 6. I now hate these “Day #” titles.

Day 6. I now hate these “Day #” titles.

Ramon doesn’t know all the answers to the things I’m concerned about, which I told him is not very helpful. It would be really nice to have some certainty. Reminds me of that Sheryl Crow song from the 90s, Strong Enough: “Lie to me, I promise...