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So this is it…the last recap of life in full “lockdown.” Unless of course it gets reinstated, but I’m not going to let myself go there right now. Week eight of confinement in Normandy flew by. Eight full weeks. I never thought it would last that long, and yet I’m still trying to wrap my head around the fact that our time here has come to an end.
Week seven of confinement in Normandy was the week where it was supposed to rain all week. And while it did rain every day, it didn’t rain all day every day. It was nice to spend a lot of time inside by the fire, but we still took every chance we had to get outside.
Week six of confinement in Normandy started the same as the previous weeks, however it ended very differently. Even during this strange time, I’m someone who thrives with a routine. Last week my little quarantine routine got turned on its head.
On the last day of week five of confinement in Normandy I slipped on my sweatpants for the very first time since we’ve been here. It’s something I’ve wanted to do basically since day one, but I’ve never really had the right opportunity. Funny since confinement in the countryside seems in and of itself a perfect excuse to wear sweatpants every day. But when I think about wearing sweatpants in France I think of Karl Lagerfeld’s declaration: “Sweatpants are a sign of defeat. You lost control of your life so you bought some sweatpants.”
After our fourth full week of confinement in Normandy I’ve decided that time seems to be suspended. The weather has been beautiful every day, which has been great, but anything without variation eventually gets old. Other than the changes and blooms in the garden, every day feels oddly the same. It’s kind of like groundhog day over and over again.