According to my Plague Blog, not much has changed since I have self isolated:

Quarantine: Day Three

I went no place on Sunday but went to Walmart yesterday, so I guess that I really should start the count over for the days of quarantine, but I am not going to do so.

It is 10:01 AM and I have graded two late rough drafts and posted announcements. I have a phone conference later in the day and have a couple more drafts to grade.

I have counted my cans of soup and washed my hands several times.

I guess that I will knit more on the afghan I am making for Henry.

Angst and ennui.

Quarantine: Day Four

At least I have not resorted to arguing about sweat pants with the dog as have some people in lockdown. (No names will be given.)

Having hauled a load of rocks yesterday, I am contemplating doing the same today as my grading duties are finished.
I have resolved not to eat the other carton of ice cream in my freezer until at least Fri

Quarantine: Day Four, Evening Report

I left my haven to get gas for the pick-up and did a short grocery run. I did not eat the other carton of ice cream.

I almost had a confrontation with a young man over the last bottle of rubbing alcohol, but he backed down when I told him that I might LOOK like a weak old woman, but I just loaded a pick-up with big rocks.

Quarantine: Day Five

Knowing that chocolate has miraculous medicinal properties, I upped my morning dose to 1.3 ounce, up 1/3 of an ounce. Also, if you were not aware of this, broken pieces of chocolate and broken cookies have no calories. It is a proven, scientific fact.

Quarantine: Day Five almost Midday Report

As I sat thinking about the odds of getting hit by lightning, I then began to think of the pile of rocks I dug up yesterday and their safety. No, not from lightning, but rock thieves.

I know that you are scoffing, but think about it. My neighbor's property encompasses 25 acres and no one goes to the lower 40 (that's just an expression we Midwest people use). WHAT if some hermit has taken up residence and needs rocks to fortify his/her abode? He/she could have been observing me from behind trees and now, sees an opportunity to score some prime rocks. Of course, he/she has no pick-up and would have to carry them back to his/her hut.

I galvanized myself into action and grabbing the dog, immediately drove to the pile of rocks and loaded them into the pick-up. I could not be sure, but the pile did look a bit smaller than it did yesterday.

If I am called upon to leave a pile of rocks overnight in the future, I will count those suckers.

And lightning did not make an appearance--just a slow, slight rain.

Quarantine: Day Six

I broke down last evening and ate 1/3 of my last carton of ice cream. This morning, I had lost a pound. Evidently, I have been doing it wrong all these years and am considering adding a pint or so of ice cream to my daily food intake.

I finished the afghan and though I "owe" lap quilts to my granddaughters in Illinois, the quilting bee has not stung me.

I received an email from a man on a dating site telling me that because I do not support Trump, I should go back to where I came from. I am not sure how to accomplish this as two lines of ancestors came to The Colonies in the 1730s. Should I cut myself into pieces and send them to Ireland, Scotland, Germany and England? Or do I just move to Oklahoma where I was born? I will have to ponder this some more.

Oh, and to whom do I send the body parts? Yet another issue to ponder.

Quarantine: Day Six, Midday Report

Uplifting thought for the day: At least two of your ancestors lived through the Bubonic Plague.

After standing with my nose pushed against the window (while dressed in my pink camouflage robe, held together with a safety pin) for 15 minutes, I roused myself to action and washed my hair.

That's it, folks--I can't be scintillating all of the time.

Quarantine: Day Seven

Having missed the morning post, Gwen realizes that she needs to let people know how she is doing before someone panics.

I ate ice cream and hauled two loads of rocks.

I am now out of ice cream. This is problematic.

Quarantine: Day Eight

Took the dog home yesterday. She didn't even say good-bye when I left. So much for that short lived relationship. I now know that those adoring looks that she gave to me were just empty flattery. I hope she knows that when I said, "Good dog," I didn't really mean it.

I am considering going to forage for ice cream--is it worth the risks?

Quarantine: Day Eight, Mid-Afternoon

At 2:38, I realized that I had not brushed my teeth or washed my face because I had been focused on grading. Of course, the lack of daily personal hygiene was of no importance as I had no contact with anyone all day. However, the serious, tiring task of grading impressed upon me the need for ice cream and, after receiving permission to do so from Facebook friends and family, I completed the hygienic tasks and was on my way for the creamy frozen treat. (The permission was granted for the ice cream and not the hygienic tasks.)

I engaged in conversation with several gentlemen at Walmart; the women seemed to be as intent on scoping out toilet paper and other goods as I had been on grading. Or, perhaps, men are just more susceptible to my smile and pleasant demeanor. Whichever, I finished my sociability needs for the week and was soon back home.

Now, I just need to find something to do for the rest of the day. I still have discussions to grade, but that is only an hour of work.