Day 22. And I realize Fridays are totally meaningless for a lot of folks right now. But here, it still has some meaning, and not gonna lie, I’m pretty fuckin’ tired and need the weekend more than I did a month ago, that’s for sure.

One thing I have discovered through all this – and I kinda knew it before – I am not one of those people that stress cleans. Don’t get me wrong, we are doing a bang up job of staying on top of the dishes, but yeah, the rest of the place looks like a tornado hit.

The weather looks to be nice today, so hopefully I’ll get my ass out for a walk at lunch/after work. However, that will require pants, so…

Welp, onwards and upwards and indoors.

67 days, 15 hours, 29 minutes.