Is Groundhog Day on permanent rewind in your home?

Everyday for the last two weeks I wake up at 1am and check the alerts on my phone to see if the planet has imploded from the Coronavirus.

I verify at 3am and then publish my blog post.

At 5am I am savoring my first cup of espresso and watching the last hour of Morning Joe.

I make breakfast and the only inhabitant of my personal Love Island joins me for my 7am hike.

Yesterday a jogger ran by and irresponsibly intruded on my 6 ft. Ring of Fire.

I was so hot that I screamed at him for his violation of personal space.

We then proceeded up the vertical climb that knocked the crap and animosity out of me.

Pilates tapes with plank fanatics follows the hike.

I do my white girl dance to I Will Survive and then I am finished with the exercise portion of the day..

Personal hygiene is next on my color coded schedule along with bed making, dusting, toilet scrubbing, vacuuming, marble polishing and a selective invitation only Clorox wipes partay.

I work and then prepare lunch.

Afternoons are filled with writing and MSNBC overdosing.

At sunset I hang on the patio and am fascinated by the cars driving by wondering where the hell they are going…after Governor Newsom’s declaration last night, no one is going anywhere.

Dinner takes a few hours while my inner Julia Child manifests itself in the kitchen.

Netflix is my nighttime aperitif and then bed.

And then it’s 1am and it is deja vu all over again.

I would normally wish you a lovely action packed weekend, but if you are being a good human being it should be just another day…same as yesterday.

Thought for the day courtesy of the film, Groundhog Day:

Phil: “I was in the Virgin Islands once. I met a girl. We ate lobster, drank piña coladas. At sunset we made love like sea otters. That was a pretty good day. Why couldn’t I get that day over and over and over?”

Stay well?