Some days everything in this Fake Reality I live in now is mostly fine and I’m OK with just hanging out with my family and finding ways to keep everyone occupied and other days I look like a mess and I have 15 unfinished projects underway and my children are running feral and I have Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer stuck in my head for no discernible reason and I start to really worry when I think about what this whole housebound situation is gonna be like in, say February














