Except no end in sight.
Tuck has made a giant batch of bone broth. It was immediately invigorating, Particularly since I’ve started doing squats. All that collagen.
Today I am tired and I am worried and I have learned in the relatively easy way — considering how many people in the last six weeks have learned it the hard way — that it’s okay to feel that way. And so I do. We are making comfort food. We might make comfort drinks.
I am quarantined with my best friend in the world. If I did not have another adult here to talk to I don’t know what I’d do — although I must admit I lay in bed with Béla today and had a perfectly “normal” conversation, at the end of which he kissed my hand and left the room.
We are lucky.
Gretel and Hansel is On Demand.