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The only thing worse than being stuck inside is being stuck inside on a cold and gloomy day. I hear we’re going to be getting a bit of rain and maybe snow but since we haven’t had the need, or ability, to go anywhere I haven’t been playing very close attention to the weather reports. All I know is I can’t even open the widows for a bit of fresh air. Some days social distancing is harder than others.

My wife has her first video conference for work today. I’m strangely a little jealous. I can hear them laughing, showing off their pets, and just talking. I haven’t talked to anyone outside of my close friends and family in weeks. I miss acquaintances and even strangers. I miss feeling important or useful. I suppose I just have to accept that I am not, in fact, an essential worker.

On the other hand, debt collection agencies have been deemed essential businesses, so perhaps the term is super subjective.


Since we can’t go to the movies, we’ve started doing movie nights at home on Fridays. Tonight we are watching Emma. I read the book a long time ago, but I’ve never watched a movie adaptation, unless you count Clueless, which I’ve seen approximately a million times.

This version reminds me very much of Clueless and, unfortunately because of the generation I was born in and the cognitively vulnerable of the time it was released makes it forever the superior adaptation in my mind. I should have chosen to watch Little Women instead, but I was worried I’d feel the same way. How could there be a better Jo March than the one played by Winona Ryder?