Well, here we are again. It’s April and it’s been weeks since I posted. I feel almost like I’m failing you all, and yet… Honestly this blog is sort of at the bottom of my priorities list. It’s actually below washing the dishes, so you know I mean that, too.
We don’t have a dishwasher here in Tokyo. It’s all hand-washing. Ugh.
ANYway. I am going to try to do a little better. No, I am! Because I have got to get some routines back into place in this apartment or I’m going to go stark raving. See, that’s one of the biggest things that really is getting me about this whole COVID-19 thing. We’re all fortunately healthy here at the House of Kim, and our extended families are well, too, from the news trickling to us over the phone and video calls. And honestly, one of my resolutions was to leave the house more than once a week, so having an excellent excuse to not do that is kind of wonderful. But…
Oh come on, you know perfectly well that there’s always a ‘but’…
With my husband and my kid home all day every day, and everyone has different goals, and everything sort of up in the air, it’s a major source of stress. I can’t plan for anything! (is school going to start? Is it going to start again on May 6 like they said? What about restaurants, are they CLOSED-closed or just delivery-only, or what? What about the Olympics? Can they even cancel them? Apparently, they can, but now what about all the schedules? I need answers, people!)
So I managed, somehow, to cobble together a daily routine that was working for me. I got up early to get some alone time for my introverted self and got my writing done then. And I managed to get some meditation in, and some coffee, and was braced for my super energetic kid and my not-at-all a morning person husband by the time they got up.
Then, I sploshed a little coffee onto my laptop and my whole, carefully constructed COVID-19 coping time was destroyed like the Big Bad Wolf came and blew down the straw house it was built in. My poor keyboard still isn’t back to really normal. My arrow key seems to think it’s the ‘play’ button for iTunes and the tilde doesn’t even register. Don’t as me why the tilde- all the way across the keyboard from where the coffee splooshed- is malfunctioning. I couldn’t begin to tell you. To irritate me and prevent me from making winky-faces in my chat messages, maybe?
So, I’ve been reading way too many books, both good and bad. I haven’t meditated much for two weeks, and it’s weirdly starting to show in severely decreased word counts. I can’t face my outlines or my revisions. I’m irritable and grumpy and not even chocolate chip cookies have helped.
So, even though it is Saturday as I write this, I’m up. It’s early-ish, and I’m tempted to go for a walk right now. Tokyo is an early-rising city, I’ve found, at least my corner of it is, and even with the state of emergency and the new, odd hours and rules, there are still places to buy a cup of coffee and replace my small purse notebook.
Maybe I should add that to my morning routine. A walk to the combini. I mean, at the rate my kid drinks it, I can almost guarantee we’re out of milk anyway. A morning milk run seems like it’s just what the writer ordered.