I Think I'm Jealous

I'm not listening to a lot of news these days, radio or tv. I did more at the beginning of the outbreak of the coronavirus, but there's not much new to hear, except rising numbers. It's a matter of self-preservation--I don't need the same bad reports pounded into my head continually. I also found that I wasn't enjoying the more upbeat "How I'm Surviving" reports. At first I was interested in how people were filling all this extra time they seem to have. But then I started to wonder why they had so much extra time. Don't they have over-flowing drawers and stuffed closets? A backlog of photos that need organizing? Important papers piled up here, there and everywhere? Rooms to renovate? Long-overdue repairs to tackle? I hear that the sale of jigsaw puzzles is way up. And I applaud everyone who is turning their old curtains and pajamas into masks. But I'm not looking for extra things to do. Except for staying in the house a lot more than I'm used to, my life isn't that different than before. I cannot remember a time when I didn't have projects--photos and closets being a perennial issue here. I understand not being used to staying home. I just don't understand having nothing to do. Are there really so many people out there who live totally organized lives? I can't imagine how long I would have to be confined to my house before I would have everything shipshape. I can't help but wonder how it would feel. Yep, I'm definitely jealous.