I keep putting everything off until tomorrow so nothing gets done. I feel like Scarlett O’Hara.

Yesterday I filled my new pillow covers and put them on the living room couch. I have two more coming. I’m calling it a redo as in I just redid my living room. I got no mail yesterday. Society is beginning to break down. The loss of catalogs is first.

My new across the street neighbor whom I don’t know well was out spraying his bushes this morning. He was using a small spray bottle. It will take a long time to do front and back.

Henry started his intruder bark, loud and deep. He was right. It was FedEx.

When I was a kid, being housebound would have tired quickly. I figure we’d have been at each other’s throats after only a few days of boredom, of watching the same old TV programs and playing the same old board games. Don’t get me started about Monopoly.

On weekends we’d make our own lunches. I was a bologna fan. I was also an American cheese fan. A few hot peppers from the jar spiced up the boring bologna, but the bread was so porous that the middle, where the peppers were, got soggy and a bit mushy. I didn’t care. I could do mayonnaise or mustard. It didn’t matter. We only had yellow mustard back then, my father’s only mustard. We’d add more like Dijon and horseradish, as we got older. I have several jars of different mustards in my fridge. I always have mustard on my hot dogs with the piccalilli.

I still have a pair of saddle shoes. They are about forty years old. I found them in a cave of a small shoe store. It was in an old building. The store was filled with boxes. They were stored one on top of the other until the piles were close to the ceiling. The salesman, also the owner, was little and old and bent over. He wore pants with a belt and suspenders. When I told him what I wanted, he went over to one pile, counted up and pulled a box. In that box were my saddle shoes. They fit perfectly. I’ve only worn them a couple of times. I think I’ll wear them today. I designate today as a dress up day. Wear something unusual, something you seldom wear. Make a statement.

Mother Nature has provided us with a beautiful day, in the low 50’s with sun, although a transient sun, and periodic clouds. I’m thinking of placing an order at the hardware store to be collected. That will get me out if even for a short time. I need a new laundry basket, a bin for snowmen storage and AA batteries. That sounds like a shopping list to me.

A woman on TV bemoaned the lack of choices left on the shelves in the pasta aisle. I bet she never flicked a bug from her dinner. I was good at it. Distance in the air is a skill honed over time.

Jack is feeling the pressure. Last night he sat on the table here in the den and maliciously pushed off the pile of note paper I keep on the corner in case I need to write down something I don’t want to forget. After he knocked it off, he just down.

This morning I had to open the cream. It had one of those plastic pull tabs under the screw top. To pull it off, that tab took all the strength of one of my fingers. I was thinking a knife or scissors next.

I read the Globe first, start to finish and even do the crossword puzzle. I get a second cup of coffee, and then, depending on the time, I either read the Cape Times or begin writing. Today is earlier than of late.

In the paper was a picture of five men standing side by side. The main man was described as third from the left. Why didn’t they just say second from the right?

FedEx delivered a couple of boxes. When I went to pull them inside, off the front steps, I could smell the motor of the truck. It reminded me of the smell of the jet engines when you’re walking on the jetways at the airport. I love that smell at the airport. It means I’m off, on my way to somewhere.

Yesterday afternoon I decided to live vicariously. I figured I should check to see what I have for Easter for my grands, my sisters and my friends. I knew chocolate was involved. The grands are all set. My sisters are all set. My friends are not even close. When I reached in to empty the bag from the candy store, I found a package of two chocolate covered Oreos. Mine! Mine! They really were mine. I had bought them for myself when I bought the chocolate rabbits and such. I had forgotten. They were exactly what I needed. Now, on to my list.

I love dusk when it is just starting to get dark. I turn my den light on and it lights half the room. The other half is in shadow on the edges.

Someone put a surgical mask on the statue of Paul Revere in the North End. It must have been a climb as Paul is on his horse. Mrs. Mallard followed by her Mallard family, her eight chicks, is in the Boston Garden. She is now wearing a mask. The ducklings are not.

I still have the same things to do I had yesterday.