As it turns out self-isolation Kate does in fact wash her hair. I woke up a bit later than usual this morning thinking I could get by without washing it again today. That’s when I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. My reflection told me in the most Rachel Hollis way, ‘girl, wash your hair.’ And I did. You want to know why? Because Rachel Hollis is a modern day Dr. Phil in all the right ways and because it was time.
I had a meeting at 8:30AM and today is a big day for us Irish descendants, so it took some time to get ready. Today is the day we celebrate the arrival of Christianity to Ireland! Right? Wikipedia knows more about my ancestry than I do. Apparently St. Paddy’s Day is a giant loophole for us Catholics; one that I was not aware of until today. I used to be Catholic, maybe I still am, I’m not sure if going to church is a prerequisite. Wikipedia didn’t exist when I was a kid, and the Encyclopedia Britannica failed to mention that Lenten restrictions on eating and drinking alcohol were lifted on March 17th every year – the green beer suddenly makes sense. Sort of.
Imagine my surprise having puritanically conformed to giving up chocolate for Lent each year. Who knows what could have happened had I known about the brief sabbatical. Maybe I would be able to eat things like chocolate in moderation, not fearing that each chocolate square I ate might be my last for 40 days so I’d better eat four more.
Did you know that St. Paddy’s day is much bigger among those Irish living outside of Ireland than it is in Ireland? I didn’t. And yet despite my diasporadic tendencies, I’ve never attended a parade, or a ceilidh or had a green beer in celebration of St. Patrick. I know, surprising, given I love me a good parade. Somewhere between eleven and midnight as I lay awake thinking about Tina Turner for some reason and today, I thought, I should wear all green tomorrow and pay homage to the Hulk, my spirit animal, who is also Irish. No he isn’t.
Let it be known that I only put my feet up on table clothed tables and only for photographic purposes — I am somewhat civilized.
This is Day 3: Observations
1. Self-isolation Kate works out at lunch.
I also figured out that when I grow up I’d like to be a very wealthy woman who buys airtime on PBS to do whatever I want with that time: like stretch, awkwardly stare at the camera, eat a sandwich. The sky is the limit.
2. Hand Update: They are still so clean you could touch your face with them. They are also raw and it is unlikely they will bounce back.
3. Self-isolation Kate has an entrepreneurial spirit.
My accounts on Amazon and eBay have been suspended due to some disagreement between parties concerning pricing relative to demand, or price gouging as they call it. Agree to disagree. For a limited time you can still buy individual mini eggs for $36 each on my Etsy page ‘I’ve got Eggs’. Just kidding, we’re obviously keeping the chocolate for ourselves.
4. Heath was not having a stroke today when he asked me if I could smell burnt toast. Not only could I smell it, I was the party responsible for its creation. Self-isolation Kate burnt the toast. Badly.
5. Heath sent me this photo. Apparently we’re vegetarians now. 🤷♀️
There’s always lentils, I guess.
Stay healthy, folks!
Kate
The Donkey Made Me Do It 