I’ve started to lose track of the days despite our best attempts at putting together a strong schedule to help us mark the passage of time. Today felt like Friday or Monday for most of the day, but it’s neither of those days. It’s Wednesday.
Wednesday is great, because Wednesday means Survivor group text with me, Val, JR, and my mom. Three generations of Catrows watching Survivor together, but apart, is definitely one of the better things to come out of this involuntary time at home.