I blame it on the severe isolation brought about by the governor’s stay at home order, which has made all the days bleed together, taken away the daily grind of work, which forced my brain to focus, and made me turn to TV for entertainment.
I’ve watched so many Gilmore Girls reruns lately, that I swore it was 2005 and J was somewhere in the house, since this was a show we religious watched together.
I’ll even admit that I tried to turn on the TV with my phone last night. In my defense, it is 2020 and cell phones should be able to control all the other devices in the world by now.
Yes, I am trying to create a daily routine to keep my most valuable organ from turning to mush and dribbling out of my ears. I run every morning, write a blog post and work on my novel, and try to engage in online chats with my friends.
But even that isn’t always enough to fight off the cabin fever. I used to have an amazing memory, and a coworker once called me Rain Main because of my ability to recall the phone number of any contact she requested of me.
Clearly, things needed to change. So I put my brain to work to come up with a plan for keeping my memory sharp.
The plan took a while to formulate because of the aforementioned brain fogginess, and because Rory had just announced to Lorelai that she was dropping out of Yale.
When I finally devised a plan, it was not only something that would be easy to accomplish during these challenging times, but also quite festive and seasonal.
I suggest planning a stay at home Easter Egg Hunt to hone your memory.
The key is that you must hide the eggs today, and not look for them until Easter Sunday. You can put them anywhere inside your house or on your property, but you can’t write down where they are hidden.
Just try to remember where they are. Easter is five days away, so if you can keep all the locations in your memory, you’ll be hopping down the Bunny Trail like a true champion.
If you really want to challenge your brain, find the most out of the place hiding spots. Maybe even blindfold yourself so you have no visual recollection of where they’re hidden.
If you have absolutely no faith in your memory at this point, just put the eggs in plain sight. The hollow victory you’ll celebrate on Sunday will at least improve your mood and give you a much needed ego boost.
I would advise using plastic eggs. If you use real eggs, and your memory has gone totally to hell during this period of isolation, you might not find them again until they rot and the stench leads you to their hiding spot.
Then again, painting the eggs is a fun activity that’s bound to stimulate brain function. I leave the decision up to you.
If you have trouble finding the Easter Eggs on Sunday morning, don’t fret. There’s probably no permanent damage to your brain. The memory fog will likely lift once the quarantine ends and life goes back to normal.
You can always ask your roommate to help with the Easter Egg Hunt. Assuming, of course, that your roommate is real…