Oddly Normal

The quarantine is starting to take on a "new normal" feel.  Anyone else feel this way too?  I'm not sure if that's good or bad.  As talks start about ending the shelter-in phase, I've thought about what that will look like for me -- over the next couple of months.

I WILL add back hair appointments because she's the only stylist working and will take precautions with masks and wipe down, etc.
I WON'T add back nails because the salon gets super crowded.

I WILL start walking outside with friends -- keeping a distance.
I WON'T socialize with them indoors.

I WILL start seeing the kids -- mostly outside and keeping distance ... etc.
I WON'T go to their small apartments where we can't be spread apart or outdoors.

I WILL keep shopping to a minimum.
I WON'T stop wearing a mask in public.

It feels reasonable and normal.  I don't want it to become so normal that I become complacent about the risk.  The risk is real, but we need to learn to live with the risk as the world moves through these initial phases.

Anyway ...  my rambles this morning.

My 50 day challenge is going well ... it's nice to be out of wine (!!)  Boy oh boy, I started a big habit of having a glass of wine late afternoon and I feel that craving everyday.  That is absolutely not something I want to GAIN from the quarantine.  It's too easy to say ... "I'll start tomorrow or Monday or next week or next month."  That's a crutch I use on the regular and the quarantine is the MOTHER LOAD of an opportunity to start LATER.

There's a good chance hubby is headed back to work -- out of state (but remotely until it's safe).  Weekly commuting.  I'll be home with NO OUTSIDE ACCOUNTABILITY during the week.  Not good for me.  I need to keep myself in check and that starts and ends with healthy habits.  I was thinking about taking a coaching break (I have one session left), but if hubby goes back to work, I'm going to continue.  I need accountability.  I remember when I threw in the towel, stopped fighting, stopped the effort -- years of unhappy, years of trying to turn things around.  Remembering those awful years keeps me pushing forward, even if I have a big fall.  Giving up is the absolute worst.

Lots of rambles this morning.

Fingers crossed for Isabella today.  I want this to work for her.  Also, she's a funny little night owl -- super duper piss and vinegar all evening (until about 10 o'clock).  Then she sleeps like a log until later in the morning (stays in bed, under the covers, by herself LOL).  This is NOT a great match for our lifestyle.  Hubby wants off dog duty and I want to go to bed.  Neither happens with Izzy in the house - hah.  Otherwise, she's perfect.  Housebroken now, no leash needed in the fenced yard, plays well with Duke.  But, dang, those witching hours are HARD!

Hope you have a great day.  Stay well -- we've got this.  Later gators.