I was thinking of doing a highly philosophical blog post about the random crap that goes through your head when you’re home and isolating because you and the rest of the family managed to catch the damned virus everybody’s been trying to avoid for two years, but then I thought…. nah. I bet there’s like five million of those around already, and no one needs another, and it would be unfair to make everybody suffer for the fact that it’s been a week and I’m bored out of my skull and forced to rewatch every Harry Potter movie.
We’re fine, btw. A slight cold maybe. I’m serious, Mom. I’m not faking being okay just so that you don’t have to worry, I’m really okay. That aside, I’m done with the first draft of my epic fantasy masterpiece. I may even have a title.
Any typos or random randomness in this blog post is due to Covid brain fog. I’m not apologizing.
Anyway, I made this. Enjoy.
Angelika Rust 