Dutch Lock Down Day Seventy Two

[Is This Normal Yet?]

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Are you starting to normalize?

I am.

Sorta.

But first the news:

There are all kinds of signs that my brain is starting to chill the fuck out but also all kinds of signs that there’s a long way to go.

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Dutch Lock Down Day Sixty Five

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I do solemnly swear that when we hit the one hundred day mark, I’ll switch back over to informative titles.

Maybe.

We’ll see.

WHEN.

Not IF.

But first the news:

Also, if you’d like to see the snarkiest most #AWESOME english interpretation of the latest Dutch Press Conference, check out:

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Dutch Lock Down Day Fifty Five

I’m actually doing pretty well right now.

All things considered.

My theme songs are more along the lines of Justin Timberlake’s Can’t Stop The Feeling and Katy Perry’s Roar rather than Ceelo Green’s F**k You or Billie Eilish’s Bad Guy.

Not that those songs aren’t totally still my jam.

But they’re not Who I Am Right Now if that makes sense.

I’m doing okay.

But first the news:

I’ve got this walk that’s about five to six thousand steps, depending on my stroll and small detours and yesterday I decided to kick it up a notch and add another loop to it that adds one to two thousand steps.

It felt great!

Until today.

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Dutch Lock Down Day Forty Nine

A friend asked me how today was and I’d call it a win.

(Hi, M!)

Because while my GOAL for today was to give First Minion a haircut.

AND I DID!

Technically.

But first the news:

See, cause, while my intention was to cut ALL of his hair, I only cut enough of his bangs so he can ACTUALLY see without pushing said bangs aside.

Repeatedly.

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Dutch Lock Down Day Forty Eight

This morning I woke up with digestion issues and went straight back to bed.

No guilt.

Sure, there really shouldn’t be any guilt with going back to bed in the morning due to depression or darkness or what not.

#DamnIt

But first the news:

I slept until one ish and felt much better.

And then a friend pointed out that she’s having a great morning as well, so company really does love misery.

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