Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. The hours pass by. The walls of my apartment feel far too close. Staying inside and away from others shouldn’t feel difficult because it’s not. And yet, it is.

There is something in the human spirit that doesn’t like to be restricted. A part of our minds that hates the word NO. And so, even if my normal life was lazing about inside, doing pretty much nothing out and about, the FEELING attached to the experience is different when you are told you should stay home and pretty much do nothing out and about. A governmental declaration to shelter in place is much different than knowing you could go out if you wanted to and choosing to stay home instead.

The only exciting thing that happened today was a few minutes of a hailstorm. My dogs and I ran to the window to check out what all the hubbub was about. We watched the down pour of ice balls followed by pounding rain. It all ended too quickly, but it was an interlude–a special interruption–to an otherwise dreary, sprinkly day.

It’s 7:34 pm. I’m wondering: Do I go to bed? Call a friend? Trek to the fridge for another snack? There is literally no place to go, and I’ve had my fill of Hulu. I glance around: the apartment is already cleaned, so I think my only options are more screen time, phone mom, or play scrabble with my other half, if he isn’t already asleep.

So, I’m not really complaining. I’m just bored. And as I write it I remember my father saying when I was young, “Only boring people get bored!” Won-der-ful: I’m boring (not a surprise lol). Oh, well. For now I’m going to break the monotony by walking the dogs in the cold rain. They really want to go, and I don’t, but at least it’s something!