Another week in the life of a Mohawk in Vancouver, BC

Day eight. I had the hard and embarrassing realization I’ve been spelling quarantine WRONG for a couple weeks now, I’ve even corrected people, multiple people! My excuse, English isn’t my first language. I miss people’s faces. Today, we Skype, FaceTime, Zoom, video chat!! On top of that, I think I just broke a Guinness World Record for the world’s biggest Caesar salad wrap, one will be more than enough for Ian and I. More video calls to friends we miss. Have you even seen the Sarah McLachlan ASPCA videos with her song Angel and the sad dogs… that’s what Suzy looks like when we try to give her a bath! We once found her under the couch (she’s a 78lbs Pitbull, she doesn’t fit).

Day nine. OK, I think it’s hitting me and I’m slowly going insane, and by slowly, I mean a rapid free fall into deep insanity. Maybe a nap to feel better. Wake up. NOPE! Switch tactics – a cool drink. This is entertaining. Now to take the dog to the park and find more sustenance (another cool drink). I found building blocks and tiny green army men in the houses, this means WAR! Teach Ian life is unfair, I WIN AT WAR! Now let’s introduce this man to Olaf (Frozen 2).

Day ten. Is it day 10? day 11? Day 23? I don’t know. Maybe take the pup out and enjoy the sweet illusion of freedom on a walk until I get cold, then it’s back inside. Alright maybe if I pick a workout and do something, I’ll be able to snap out of it. I actually need to leave my house to go to work today. Sweet distractions for a bit. “This just in, in a twisted turn of events, I want to go into work and WORK!” The world truly is messed up. Small update, no I did not workout today, but maybe later, or tomorrow… we’ll see.

Day eleven. So, I took caffeinated pre-workout today because, why not? Yup, this is going to be a two-workout day, today. Now, for a bubble bath to relax and calm down a little. I have a conference video call with work, a cool drink is a must! MAKE THIS CALL END!

Day twelve. Wake up. Have a cup of tea. A sweet bubble bath. Yes, that’s pretty much all. Lay in a tub full of bubbles and slip into insanity. I wear it well.

Day thirteen & fourteen. It’s all a blur… a total write-off. Feeling off emotionally and physically. I don’t know how to describe it, really, I just feel off. I guess I’ll let it be and sit in the uncomfortable and vulnerable. Why fight it. It’s there for a reason, just let it do what it needs to do, and I’ll take care of myself. I don’t have the energy to fight it anyways. It’s going to be social media scrolling, movies and bad TV shows.

Day fifteen. Let’s just start this off by saying Ian is a great cook! And he is the whole reason I’m chubby and curvy, I love my curves! But he isn’t a baker, he is actually pretty bad at it. I wake up and he is baking… banana bread! I think everyone on this planet is baking banana bread. It isn’t bad, mine is better, but this isn’t bad. I could get used to freshly baked morning goods. Ok, now time to have some pre-workout and workout and do some things today. I guess when I drink my pre-workout drink, my voice goes up an octave. I wonder what it would be like to watch myself, outside myself? Ian can’t stop laughing. I’m ok with that. That man’s laugh is infectious. Workout done, dog run at the park done, fold laundry done, writing is done.