26 May 2020 — The COVID Diaries: Staying Sane in a Time That’s Not

 

Dear Diary,

I found a turd on my desk this morning.

An actual poop.

Just one tiny tootsie roll, all by itself, still fresh. Puppy sized. But there was no way for the puppy to get on my desk, and, also, he wasn’t in my room. Which means the turd just spontaneously materialized there. Or someone put it there. Except WHO WOULD DO THAT so I’m going with Option A — spontaneous materialization. I cannot accept the horror show alternative that I’m STUCK IN MY HOUSE QUARANTINING with a MONSTER who deposits mini poopies, hot off the presses, ON MY DESK. 

So we have a puppy whose poop has the magical ability to transport itself. Is it sentient? Did it intentionally beam itself up? Did it choose my desktop as its Final Resting Place? Did I thwart its nefarious purpose when I picked it up with my bare hands because I incorrectly assumed it was a dry, petrified poopy and flushed it down the toilet? Or was it simply, instinctually drawn to my desk because I just washed it? Like, is the poopy in cahoots with the Rest of My House to frustrate and impede Every Effort to clean it? Did it sense a recently decluttered, scrubbed surface and, because it was created in my home, inherently understand neat and orderly places are not allowed to exist herein? Was it therefore obligated by some sort of Law of Filthy Dynamics to foil or stymie or circumvent any of my aspirations toward a more hygienic environment? 

That’s how quarantine is going, Diary.

The End.

 

 

 

P.S. It was this butt nugget.

 

I’m sure of it.

But also, I don’t care because OMG HE SLAYS ME.

 

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ABOUT BETH WOOLSEY I'm a writer. And a mess. And mouthy, brave, and strong. I believe we all belong to each other. I believe in the long way 'round. And I believe, always, in grace in the grime and wonder in the wild of a life lived off course from what was, once, a perfectly good plan.
2 comments
  1. I thought I’d posted. Maybe it was the work of the internet here that keeps failing? Maybe we can blame the tootsie roll of poo on the internet?

    Cute pup!
    I hope things are going well in your home.

  2. Holy! I am thinking your house is possessed. I don’t watch a lot of thriller movies, but I am thinking that this CAN NOT BE GOOD. You have my thoughts and prayers.

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