Claudia Oshry

Yeah, which I think is a huge deal.

As far as I know yet, I have not contracted notovirus.

My husband was just in the throes of it yesterday.

We quarantined him.

It felt like COVID.

He was not allowed to leave the room.

I kept leaving stuff for him outside the door.

Dramamine.

He was being seriously convalescing like a woman who just had a facelift.

He was just on the couch with hot compresses, warm compresses, heating pad, Dramamine, body armor, water, the drama.

He's bright-eyed bushy-tailed this morning.

I think the worst is behind it for him.

I feel like I'm going to give myself another 24 hours to assume that I don't have it.

And if it did hit my home and miss me completely, oh, and Phu, yeah, I'm one of God's chosen ones.

Not life, because I don't even like oatmeal as a food.

My whole wardrobe to be oatmeal.

I'm feeling like it's my color.

I don't know if it matches with the profile that the color analyst gave to me, but I just refuse to be bound by the colors that the analyst gave me.

Do you know what I mean?

Neutral.