Nothing to say

I have absolutely nothing to talk about because I haven't done anything in weeks, but I still feel a deep need to write, so now we're just stuck with stuff that exists inside my head and/or recaps of television shows, I guess.  Hence, this list of things the plague of 2020 has taught me about myself.

1) I was a much better Christian back when I could leave my family for an hour.

2) I always thought if I just had the time, I would have a clean and organized house.  It turns out that time was not the issue here.

3) It isn't pretty, but I am apparently capable of eating a family-sized bag of cheetohs.

4) Being able to open the windows is literally saving my sanity.

5) Apparently,  up until this point, we haven't been homeschooling or something because my children have reverted to astonishment that school is currently being expected of them.

6) I am the only one who thinks it is funny to answer the phone "Hello, I don't have coronavirus. "

7) This house is too small.  But to be fair all houses are probably too small for quarantine.

8) Gosh, it's weird inside my head.  Really weird.