At first, I was charmed. Impressed. So creative! So wonderful! I was going to BE one of them!

Now they just make me feel like a sad sack slacker. I can’t sew for shit. Writing feels uninspired — till the last couple of days, but it helps to ignore the fact that there’s a pandemic going on “out there.” Helps to play with words, and not get sucked into other people’s drama.

Some days, I’m glad I’m an introvert. It’s kind of weird, though, with worldwide shut-ins, the extroverts have gotten…a lot louder online. ;)