{"id":392,"date":"2020-03-19T00:25:38","date_gmt":"2020-03-19T00:25:38","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/lucilleyateswrites.com\/?p=392"},"modified":"2023-05-31T15:10:27","modified_gmt":"2023-05-31T19:10:27","slug":"day-2-quarantine","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/lucilleyateswrites.com\/index.php\/2020\/03\/19\/day-2-quarantine\/","title":{"rendered":"Day 2 Quarantine"},"content":{"rendered":"

Son of a bitch. It\u2019s only been two days of quarantine. The native is quelled, but my thought process is a little hazy. I managed to drag him outside for half an hour, before he escaped back into the house.<\/p>\n

We\u2019ve created so much art. Colors grace paper after paper after paper in pen, crayon, paint, and markers. Any activity book must be read as the creature can only read about a dozen words. Trying to get him to understand a sentence with only knowledge of a, the, can, he, and and isn\u2019t sufficient.<\/p>\n

\"Lucille
This is just a small portion of art<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

He\u2019s inundated me with flashing lights and pictures that rotate over and over with repeating stories. The constant \u201cnow watch this and don\u2019t stop watching\u201d request is new, leaving me with less time in my own head. It\u2019s only saving grace is that these pictures and stories have educational value.<\/p>\n

The animals are indifferent verging on annoyed by our constant presence, except the female who vies for attention. Hours pass with the native and female feline pushing each other out of my lap. Please stop touching me.<\/p>\n