quarantined-ish day 37

Quarantined-ish Day 37
Thursday, April 23, 2020 - OKC, OK

4:44am
Back to baking. And now I’m singing Back to Life, Back to Reality. Oh, the irony…

7:31am
I’m just pulling up to my house to grab items for Mount Scott, when Contagion sends a podcast for my long run entertainment. Timing. Excited that it’s a nearly two hour episode, I hit download and hurry through an answer so I can get back downtown for a meeting with my team.

8:45am
Karli, Amber, and I find a spot at Scissortail Park and spread out. Yesterday’s storms soak through my blanket, and I squirm with a wet butt for the next two hours. We check every item off of the agenda I wrote, and I’m proud that these are my girls. We are curating the lives we want and being of service to our community at the same time. I can’t believe I ever lived a life that necessitated pantyhose.

11:06am
The Jerky Morning: Wendy asks if I can buy her some salmon jerky from Whole Foods. They’re out in the fish market section, so I find the packaged section and buy salmon sticks, turkey, and bison jerky. I pull back up to Elemental, and Elena is walking down to the jerky store. I accompany her and am fascinated by the inordinate number of things that can be jerkied (that’ll be a word today). She buys salmon jerky and flavored sunflower seeds because she’s Elena, and then we head to Wendy’s for our weekly trek to Mount Scott.

2:16pm
We get a late start on the repeats because it took forever to load up all the jerky. Or Wendy was still on a Zoom meeting and we had to wait for her to finish. It’s beautiful out - warmer than last week, with little pockets of storm scattered amongst the bright blue sky. Elena lags behind, so after the second lap, I start back up to meet her. She mentions the mini cool pocket of air that blew through. I tell her I didn’t notice it, and she says, “Adi, I don’t think you are really aware of your surroundings.” Hmm… this isn’t the first time I’ve heard that.

6:12pm
They talk me into trying a piece of the salmon jerky. I find one without the silvery skin on it and am perplexed by the fact that I can see through it. It looks like strangely candied meat with a coat of oil on it. I can’t actually bite it, so I leave teethmarks. Disgusted by the way it coats my mouth, I toss it out the window. My mouth tastes fishy for the next hour, and I distract myself by trying to figure out which bird is the laughing bird that lives on Mount Scott.

7:47pm
Finally home, I brush my teeth, and then make a veggie tofu scramble before my stomach starts digesting my spleen. I vow to try an egg this weekend.

8:30pm
I text Contagion a story of reassurance that I’m sincere when I compliment his posts. That’s more for my peace of mind than his, though, as I don’t know that he’s ever questioned my sincerity. He jokes that he’ll write a test post of something shitty, I joke back that he’s a jackass. Ultimately, I put my phone down.

9:01pm
My stomach is growling again. It’s both annoying because I LITERALLY JUST ATE PLEASE SHUT UP, and welcomed because this is a sign of both training and the adjustment to my thyroid meds settling in. I can’t be bothered, though, so I get in bed and pull out my journal.

9:42pm
Clearly, my stomach is as stubborn as I am. I smear peanut butter on a pickle and then get back in bed. This will have to do for now.