Here’s a day in my self-quarantined life, hour-by-hour. We think you might relate.

It’s been about six weeks of self-quarantine (or 60: Time is a flat circle and I don’t count days anymore). Our household is slowly settling into a routine. We’re making handmade pasta, we’re feeding the sourdough, we’re sliding into insanity and spending too much time on puzzles. I’ve really embraced this time to be my best, most productive self.