I walked into the living where my husband Steven was sitting on the couch reading the newspaper.

“Morning!” I said as I walked by him. “How’d you sleep?”

Steven looked up and seemed surprised. “Where are you going?” he asked.

I shook my head. “No where. Why do you ask?”

Steven pointed to my head. “You’re not wearing your glasses and you have jewelry on.”

I unconsciously touched the side of my head where I would have been adjusting my glasses. “It’s been so long since I put my contacts in and I really do see better with them on.”

“So why haven’t you been wearing them?”

“With the constant chant of don’t touch your face it seemed weird to stick my finger in my eye to put them in.” I went to the kitchen to put some water in the kettle. “You want anything while I’m in here?” I called.

“I’ve already had my coffee. Thanks.”

I came back with my steaming cup of tea and sat next to him. I flipped my hoop earring. “Do you know the dish I use at night to put the jewelry I’d been wearing that day?”

Steven nodded. “It’s on top of your jewelry box.”

I shook my head. “So you’ll never guess what I found in there when I decided to finally put jewelry on again.”

Steven didn’t say anything but waited for me to continue.

“My four leaf clover necklace!” I snorted a little laugh. “Can you believe it! The last time I wore any jewelry was right before St. Patrick’s Day!”

Steven put the newspaper on the coffee table and looked over at me. “Well, you look very nice.” Then held his hand up. “Not that you didn’t look nice in your glasses with no jewelry or make-up.”

I had to laugh. “So you noticed the make-up too?”

“Well….” Steven looked like he might be in trouble.

I looked down at the tee shirt I was wearing. “I was going to actually put on work clothes instead of this but when I went into the closet I realized I still had all my winter work clothes in there.” I pointed in the direction of the basement. “After I have my tea I’m going downstairs to get my spring and summer clothes out of the storage closet.”

“That sounds like a nice project for today.”

“Yeah, one that should have happened six weeks ago.”

“Well, better late than never.” He said as he leaned back against the cushions and stretched his hands behind his head. “Maybe I’ll change my closet around now, too.” He put his feet up on the coffee table. “Oh, yeah. Now that I think about it I changed my closet over six weeks ago because my job was deemed essential so I actually have to get dressed for work.”

“My job’s essential!” I cried as I tossed a pillow in his direction. I couldn’t help by sigh. “They just told me I had to stay home and do it.”

I live in the state of New Jersey so, when our Governor got on the television the other day and said we could finally go to the beach I was estatic.

“The beaches are open! The beaches are open!” I cried out as I ran to my son Alex’s room and began knocking on his door. “The beaches are going to be opened for Memorial Day!” I called through his door.

Alex opened his door and laughed. “I can see you’re pretty excited about that.”

“I know!” I was grinning from ear to ear. “First the parks open and now the beaches.” I began walking towards the kitchen and Alex followed. I grabbed a glass out of the cabinet and looked out the kitchen window. “It’s beautiful out.” I began filled my glass with water. “Do you want to go sit on the back porch?”

Alex grabbed a glass and filled it with water too. “Sure.”

We were sitting on the porch watching the birds at the feeders when I couldn’t help but take in a slow deep breath. “I can’t wait until everything gets back to normal.”

Alex laughed. “You mean the ‘new’ normal?”

I shook my head. “I refuse to use that phase. I’m not going to be gluing pool noodles on a hat and wearing it so I can be a safe distance from someone else.” I was still shaking my head. “Nope. Not going to happen.”

Alex leaned back in his chair and looked over at me. “So why won’t you go to the parks? You were just as excited when they opened up.”

I shrugged my shoulders. “Because I live here.” I pointed to our wooded yard as a black capped chickadee flew from our feeder right into the bird house that was across the yard. “I’ve got plenty of nature to enjoy. But for people living in tiny apartments, who don’t have a yard, I thought it was great that they could go and enjoy nature too.” I looked over at him. “That’s why I was so excited that they opened the parks.”

Alex nodded. “So, are you going to the beach this weekend?”

“Not in a million years!” I shook my head. “That would be way to stressful for me. I’m still getting used to going to the grocery store.”

Alex laughed. “Then why do you care if they open the beaches or not?”

“Because the people who aren’t afriad should have some choices too.”

Alex laughed. “So what do you hope they open next that you won’t be going to?”

“Restaurants!” I cried.

I was walking into the kitchen when the light through the back door showed some dust bunnies tumbling past the refrigerator. “Oh, come on!” I cried as I went to the front hall closet to get the broom and dust pan. I began sweeping the dust bunnies into a pile when I noticed more dirt by the garbage pail. “I just swept this floor twenty minutes ago!” I called out to no one in particular.

My son Alex came into the kitchen. “Were you calling me?” he asked.

“I was if you’re the one that keeps missing the garbage pail when you’re throwing something out.”

“Nope not me.” he said as he pulled the garbage drawer open for me to dump the contents of the

dust pan.

“You know I had such big plans when we first got stuck in the house.” I went to put the broom away. “I wanted to organize my office, clean out my closets, maybe even paint a room.”

“Paint a room?” Alex looked doubtful.

“Okay, maybe not paint a room.” I was ready to close the closet door when I peeked under the dining room table and saw some more crumbs. “Oh, for the love of …! This is never ending!” I grabbed the broom again, went over to the dining room table and began pulling the chairs out of the way. “But instead all I do is maintenance. I’m either cleaning the kitchen, cooking, doing laundry or SWEEPING!”

“Stop driving yourself crazy.” Alex pushed the chairs back in. “Dad and I don’t even see the dirt.”

“I know.” I shook my head as I went back to put the broom away again. “I don’t know how you can’t see it.”

Alex shrugged her shoulders. “It’s a gift.”

I went back into the kitchen to make a cup of tea and looked out the window. “At least it’s a beautiful day out.”

“See, now you’re looking on the bright side.”

“Maybe I’ll sit on the back porch and drink my tea.”

“That’s a great idea.” He was reaching in the drawer to get a pan out. “I was going to make eggs. Do you want any?”

I got my kettle and went to the sink to fill it. “I’m good, I think I just want tea this morning.” I had to move the stack of dishes that were in the sink to get the faucet. I turned around and pointed to the dishes. “I’m assuming you didn’t see this either?”

Alex put the pan on the stove and looked over to the sink. “Nope. First time I’m seeing it.”

“Boy, that certainly is an amazing gift you’ve got. Being blind to chores.” I went to get a cup and tea bag.

“You should try it. Maybe you wouldn’t be so stressed.” He cracked the egg against the pan.

I stopped and just stared at him.

Then he said, “Or, I could load the dishwasher after I’m done making my eggs.”

I reached over to the drawer and pulled out a spatula and handed it to him. “Good answer.”

Our doorbell rang and I could see the delivery person leaving a box on our steps. I waited a few pandemic seconds before I opened the door and called “Thank you!” and dragged the box into the house. Reaching for the can of Lysol that now had a permanent home on the floor next to the front door, I sprayed the box down.

My son Alex came into the living room as I was headed to the kitchen. “What got delivered?” he asked as he followed me into the kitchen.

“Don’t know, I haven’t opened it yet.” I began washing my hands in the kitchen sink. “The decontamination process isn’t finished.”

Drying my hands on a paper towel I grabbed the scissors from the drawer and went back to the box. Slicing it open I saw the ten pound bag of bird seed inside. “Yeah!” I pulled the bag out of the box.

“I don’t know if it’s because we’re hanging around the house more or because I changed brands of bird seed, but have you noticed all the different birds we’ve been seeing the past few weeks?”

“Remember the three Baltimore orioles that were on the hummingbird feeder the other day?” Alex asked as he followed me out the back door while I was carrying the bag of birdseed to our feeders.

“Oh, my gosh! Weren’t they beautiful!” I took the feeders down to fill them. “I have to say I’ve never seen one before. I had no idea that they’d like the sugar water for the hummingbirds.” I looked over at the hummingbird feeders. “Remind me that I need to make a fresh batch for them.” I’d finished filling the feeders and went back to the porch to sit in my rocking chair. Alex moved the pillows from the glider and sat down himself.

“So let’s see.” I said as put the bag of seeds down and began counting on my fingers. “In the past week the hummingbirds came back, we’ve seen an American goldfinch, we saw the three Baltimore orioles and we saw our first cowbird.”

“Oh yeah, the cowbird.” Alex pulled a stool over to put his feet on. “Isn’t that the one that lays it’s eggs in other bird’s nest so the other birds have to raise them?”

“Yup, pretty devious little guys aren’t they?” I leaned back in my rocker and looked at the bird feeder. “Let’s see who comes to visit us today.”

It wasn’t long before a beautiful bird I’d never seen before landed to get some seeds. “What the heck is that?” I asked pointing to the feeder.

Alex looked over. “I have no idea.”

I grabbed my phone, went to Google and typed in: Black head, red neck bird. Up popped a picture of what was at our feeder. “It’s called a rose-breasted grosbeak.” I held the phone out for Alex to see.

“Wow, I’ve never seem one before.”

“Nope. Me either.” I scrolled though the feed. “I wonder what they sound like?” I pressed the section that said sound. It immediately played a beautiful call. “Oh my gosh, that’s so pretty!” I looked over at the grosbeak at our feeder. He’d stopped eating and was looked over at us. “Oh geez, I think I just confused him.” I clicked off the sound.

In the distance we heard another rose-breasted grosbeak calling back. I looked over at Alex. “Did you hear that?”

Alex shook his head yes and pointed to a tree on the other side of our yard. Sitting up on one of the highest branches was another rose-breasted grosbeak calling again to the one at the feeder.

I looked at Alex and mouthed “Wow!” I looked back at the bird sitting in the tree as it once again sang out its beautiful call.

I had to smile as I looked back at Alex. “I think we just played matchmaker!”

I’d just finished cleaning up after breakfast and was sitting on the couch staring out the front window. “I can’t believe we just did another week of sitting inside waiting for this pandemic to end.” I sighed as my son Alex came over to the couch to sit down.

“It flew by didn’t it?” he grabbed a pillow and tossed it over to the other side of the couch before sitting down.

“Are you kidding me?” I shook my head in disbelief. “Isn’t it like week seven?” I turned around to look at him. “And it’s raining AGAIN!”

“But look how green everything is getting.” He looked out the window and pointed to my lilac bush. “All the rain is making everything bloom!”

I turned around to look out the window again. “Maybe, but it would be so much better if we could get outside.”

“We will. Don’t worry. It’s not going to be like this forever.” Alex pointed to the end of our driveway. “Look, the robins are playing in the puddles!”

I looked over and watched as the birds rolled around in the water. “Well, at least they’re enjoying the rain.”

“Come on.” Alex said as he sat back and put his feet up on the coffee table. “It’s not so bad.”

“It feels endless.” I said. “I feel like I never stop cooking!”

“I know!” he cried. “How lucky are we that we all love your cooking!”

I had to laugh as I looked over at him to see his big smile. But that didn’t stop me from continuing my complaining. “When I’m not cooking I’m cleaning the kitchen.”

“We’ve been helping you with that.” he reminded me.

“I know.” I leaned back against the cushions. “I guess I’m just having a bad day.”

Alex looked at the clock. “It’s only 10 in the morning! You’ve got time to turn your day around .” he said.

I looked out at the rain again. “Maybe after I shower I could read a book or meditate.”

“See! There you go. Do something for yourself.”

I looked at the clock. “I have a few hours before everyone’s asking for lunch.” I got up from the couch.

“Don’t worry about that.” Alex said. “I’ll make lunch.”

I stopped in my tracks. “Really? That would be great.” I was already feeling better.

“Sure, I can throw a pizza in the oven.” He got up and started walking to the kitchen. “What time do you want to eat?”

I looked over at the clock again. “I guess around noon would be good.” I looked down at my slippers and bathrobe. “Maybe after I shower I’ll put on real clothes instead of changing into clean pj’s.”

“See? You’re feeling better already.” he called from the kitchen. I could hear him getting the pizza pan out of the drawer.

I followed him into the kitchen. “How do you stay so positive and upbeat?”

Alex shrugged his shoulders putting the pan on the counter. “Someone has to help keep your spirits up.”

I couldn’t help but smile. “By the way, we’re having meatloaf tonight.”

“Yes!” I could see his fist pump as I walked to my bedroom.

What prompted this piece: I live in New Jersey, the state second hardest hit by corona-virus.

It was finally the day. The day I had to go to the grocery store. We’d eaten everything in the pantry and there was no more “magical” meals I could make.

My son Alex could sense my anxiety as I got ready to leave.

“Okay I have my mask.” I held it up.

“Maybe you should practice putting it on.” he suggested.

“Good idea!” I went to the front hall mirror and placed the two elastic strap over my head being careful not the hit my glasses. One strap was around the back of my neck while the other was near the top of my head. Snapping the elastic straps in place my hair instantly stuck to the side of my face making me look like a taller version of Cousin Itt from the Addams Family. “How’s that?” I asked as I turned around for Alex to see.

Alex shook his head. “Maybe you should put your hair back, otherwise you’re going to use your hands to get you hair away from your face.”

“Good idea!” I took the mask off, grabbed my ponytail holder off my wrist and tied it back. “Okay, now that I’ve got that figured out it’s time to get my other supplies.” I went into the kitchen to get a small sandwich bag out of the drawer. Holding it up to show Alex. “I can put my gloves in here and not on the seat of my car when I’m done.”

Alex nodded his head. “Good.”

I opened the cabinet under the kitchen sink and pulled out a pair of plastic gloves then grabbed the container of disinfecting wipes from the counter and tucked them under my arm. “To wipe down the cart.” I grabbed my purse from off the chair. “Okay I think I’m ready to go.” I headed for the front door.

Alex patted me on the back as he held the door for me. “Good luck.”

I quickly walked to the car, just wanting to get this whole ordeal done with. Getting in the front seat I threw my purse on the passenger seat. But realizing I didn’t want to bring my purse into the store I reached in, got my wallet, and took my credit card out laying that on the front seat. I popped the trunk and got out of the car dropped my purse in the trunk and closed the lid.

Getting back in the car I looked over at my mask, gloves, credit card, sandwich bag and disinfectant wipes. I looked down at my outfit making sure everything I was wearing was machine washable so when I got home everything could go in the laundry.

“Okay, I think I’m ready.” I took a deep breath and was just ready to start the car when Alex came out of the house and began walking towards me. I opened the window.

Alex looked in. “You really look stressed. Maybe you should go over in your head exactly what you’re going to do when you get to the store.”

I nodded. “I just did.”

“So, you’re all set?”

I looked over at the passenger seat once again. “Oh wait! I forgot the shopping list!” I looked back at Alex. “I left it on the kitchen counter.”

“I’ll get it.” he turned and began walking towards the house. I’m pretty sure I saw him shaking his head.

We were on our fifth week of quarantine when I opened the refrigerator door and looked inside. Opening the meat drawer I pulled out a bag of defrosted beef cubes and put them on the counter-top.

My son Alex came into the kitchen and looked at the bag of beef. “What are you making for dinner?” he asked.

“Good question.” I sighed as I went back to the refrigerator and began rummaging around the shelves. “Okay, I’ve got a container of sour cream and beef cubes.” I reached for my phone. “I’ll just Google that and see what recipes pop up.” I began scrolling. “Oh, classic beef stroganoff!” I cried. “That sounds good!”

“Hey, you haven’t made that in a while.” Alex said as he leaned against the counter.

I clicked on the recipe. “Okay, prep time is twenty minutes.” I looked up at Alex and nodded. “I like that.” I kept scrolling reading the ingredients out loud. “1 ½ pounds of beef.” I held up the bag of beef cubes. “Check.” putting them back on the counter. “8 ounces fresh mushrooms, sliced.” I shook my head. “Nope, don’t have those.”

Alex shrugged his shoulders. “That’s fine with me, I usually pick them out anyway.”

I looked back at the recipe. “2 medium onions, thinly sliced.” I shook my head again. “Nope, don’t have any of those either.”

“That’s okay.” Alex said trying to sound encouraging. “We don’t need that either.”

“Garlic clove, finely chopped.” I looked at Alex sadly.

Alex held his hands up. “Hey, it’s not just me! Dad gets heartburn with garlic too!”

“That’s one ingredient I really miss not being able to use.” I went back to looking at the recipe.

“You can still shake some on your dinner.” Alex reached up and pulled the container of garlic powder from the spice cabinet and put it on the counter next to the beef cubes and sour cream. “I’ll leave it out so you don’t forget to bring it to the dinner table.”

“It’s still not the same as cooking it in the sauce.” I looked up and smiled at him. “But thank you.” I looked back at the recipe. “1/4 cup of butter. Yeah! We’ve got butter! ”

I looked at Alex as he went to the refrigerator and took a stick of butter out. “Check!” he said as he placed it next to our other items.

“1 ½ cups beef flavored broth. Don’t have that but…” I went to the spice cabinet, moving items out of the way until I found a small glass container of beef bouillon cubes. “I guess I could use this instead.”

Alex looked at the container. “I’ve never seem that before. When was the last time you used beef bouillon?”

I shook my head. “Not a clue. I’m surprised I remembered it was still in the cabinet.”

Alex looked concerned. “Is there an expiration date on that?”

I looked at the lid. “We’re in luck! It doesn’t expire for another two weeks!” I placed it on the counter and went back to the recipe. “Okay, salt.” I laughed. “We can skip that. I’m pretty sure there’s plenty of it in the bouillon.” I went to the next ingredients. “Worcestershire sauce, flour, sour cream.” I called out as Alex went around the kitchen collecting the ingredients. “Got it.” he said as he brought them all to the counter-top.

“Okay, it says to pour the sauce over egg noodles.” I looked back at Alex. “We don’t have noodles either, but you can have a choice. Do you want it over pasta or rice?”

Alex thought for a moment. “I guess rice.”

“Great.” I pulled out a pan and put it on the stove. “Can you go to the pantry and get rice and a can of green beans?”

“Sure.” Alex stopped. “Did the recipe say to use green beans?”

“Nope, but my MacGyver cooking skills seem to be in overdrive right now, so why not?”

“How many days have we been locked in the house?” I asked my son, Alex as we both sat on the couch thinking anything but deep thoughts.

“We’re closing in on 30 days. Why?” he moved the pillow behind his head.

I shrugged my shoulders. “No reason, just wondering.” I looked outside at our neighborhood. It was a beautiful day and everyone was in their yards fixing them up for spring. “I like the way everyone around here seems to be socially distancing.” I looked over at Alex. “Remember when we took our walk the other day and the neighbors who lived across the street from one another had dragged their portable fire pits to the end of their driveways and were visiting each other from across the street?”

Alex nodded then laughed. “Yeah, we had to walk in the middle of the street to stay away from both of them.”

I leaned against the back of our couch looking out our front window when I saw a mother and child walking down our street. “You better not be going to the playground.” I grumbled. “They’re suppose to be closed.”

“Who are you talking to?” he sat up next to me and looked out the window.

“Uh-oh, here come another couple headed straight for them!” I watched as another couple was coming from the top of our street on the same side of the sidewalk as the mom and her child. “Who’s going to move first?” I called out.

“You know they can’t hear you, right?” Alex asked as he laid back down.

I watched as the other couple crossed the street to keep themselves away from the mom and child. “Good job people! That’s the kind of thing that going to get us out of here sooner!” I turned around and looked over at Alex, pointing the thumb over my shoulder as I did. “That’s what I like seeing!”

Alex just shook his head. “What would you have done if they just walked up to each other and began to talk?”

I shrugged my shoulders. “I guess I’d just sit hear and complain to you about how they’re ruining it for the rest of us.”

Alex nodded his head again. “That seems very productive.”

“Hey, what can I say? I’m doing my part.” I leaned back against the pillows and reached for my book that was on the coffee table. “They told us to sit down and stay put.” I opened the book and let the bookmark drop down on my chest. “If I can follow that one simple rule so can everyone else.” I popped my head up real quick to look out the window again. Everyone was in their yards staying away from their neighbors. “Good job, people! Good job!” I laid back down and began reading my book.

I was walking through the living room carrying a pile of newly laundered towels when Steven came out of our bedroom. “Oh, let me get that door for you.”

He opened the linen closet door and stood aside as I stacked them on the shelves. “Thanks!”

I closed the door and was headed back to the laundry room to put another load in the washer when Steven called. “Hey, what are you thinking about for lunch?”

I stopped and began shaking my head. “Didn’t we just eat breakfast?” I sighed as I turned around to face him.

Steven looked at his cell phone. “Nope, that was hours ago.” He held up his phone for me to see the time. “It’s almost noon.”

I sighed again as I went into the kitchen to see what I could make. I was looking through the cabinets when my son Alex came into the kitchen.

“Hey, what’s for lunch?” he asked as he headed for the cabinet to get a glass.

“You guys are killing me here.” I opened the freezer and took out some bread. “Since we’ve been on lock-down all I’ve been doing is cooking! Breakfast, lunch and dinner!”

Alex went to the refrigerator to get some water. “I know! It’s been great!” He came over and gave me a quick pat on the back. “Thanks, by the way.” He put his glass down on the counter. “I wish I could give you a hug but I think that’s against the social distancing rules right now.”

I shook my head and laughed, then went back into the cabinets to see what I could put together. “I don’t mind the dinners, I’m used to making those. Even the breakfast’s aren’t too bad. It’s these lunches that are driving me nuts!” I pulled out a jar of peanut butter. “Hey, what about PB&J!” I held up the jar.

Steven and Alex both shook their heads. “We had that for a snack last night.” Steven said.

I went into the refrigerator. “I have some leftover chicken salad.” I pulled the bowl out. “I can make you sandwiches.”

Neither one of them looked thrilled.

“I’m not really in the mood for a sandwich.” Steven said.

“Me either.” Alex agreed.

“Fine.” I put the salad back in the refrigerator and put the bread back in the freezer. “What did you two do for lunch when I was at work?”

Alex shrugged his shoulders. “Not much. I’d probably microwave something.”

I looked over at Steven as he shrugged his shoulders. “I’d probably have a protein shake while I was driving to my next appointment.”

“So why don’t we go back to that?” I suggested. “Everyone for themselves.”

Steven looked over at Alex. “How about pasta?” Steven asked. “Maybe some elbow macaroni…”

Before he could finish I jumped in. “Wait, we could make it a cold salad! I could throw in the left over chicken salad.” I opened the refrigerator and pulled out a bag of fresh spinach. “I could cut up some of these!” I went to the spice cabinet and began pulling out all kinds of spices. “Alex could you go get me the pasta from the pantry?” I called over my shoulder.

“Sure.”

“Steven, could you get the mayo and chicken salad out of the refrigerator?”

“Sure can.”

I pulled the pot out of the cabinet and began filling it for the pasta. “This is what I’m talking about!” I said as I turned around and put the pot on the stove. “Team work!” I looked around the kitchen but no one was there. But lined up neatly on the counter was the pasta, chicken salad and spinach. I had to laugh. “Well, at least I’ll make enough for them to have it for lunch again tomorrow.” I reasoned. Then had to laugh again. Who was I kidding? They’d finish it for snacks and I’d be trying to figure out what to make the next time I heard those three dreaded words, “What’s for lunch?”

I was sitting on the couch reading a book when my son Alex came into the room.

“What are you doing?” he asked as he sat down next to me.

“Reading a book.” I said.

“No, I mean with that?” he pointed to the white wand shaped object I was holding under my chin.

“Oh,” I held it out to show him the red light. “It’s light therapy for reducing wrinkles!” I placed it back under my chin.

Alex looked confused. “Is there any science behind it?”

“Who knows.” I shrugged my shoulders. “But why would they sell me a stick with a light on the end of it if it didn’t work?”

Alex laughed as put his feet up on the coffee table. “The red light just turned off.”

“Oh, perfect. The three minutes are up.” I clicked the light back on and moved the device to another area of my face. “I want to look better when we get out of quarantine than when I went in.” I put my book down and got up from the couch still holding the device under my chin. “This would be a good time to have an Epsom salt foot soak.” I went to the linen closet to get the lavender scented Epsom salts and the pink plastic basin. Walking past Alex I dropped my wrinkle device onto the couch and headed for the kitchen to fill my pink basin with warm water. I carefully walked back trying not to spill any of the water. “Doesn’t the lavender smell good?” I asked as I placed the basin on the floor.

“I’m not a big lavender fan.” Alex admitted. “But I’m glad you’re liking it.”

“Now I’ll also be drawing out toxins from my body while I’m getting rid of my wrinkles.” I sat back down and put my feet into the basin. I reached over and grabbed my light device and found another spot on my face to place it. “Perfect.” I sighed as I sat back against the pillows. “Maybe I’ll do a sheet mask later.”

My husband Steven came into the room. “What are you two up to?” he asked.

“I don’t know about Alex, but I’m having a pandemic beauty session.” I swished my feet around in the basin.

“Mom says she wants to look better when we’re out of quarantine than when she went in.”

Steven looked over at me. “I think you look great just the way you are.”

“Aw, you’re sweet but you won’t be saying that when I can’t color my hair for a few months!” The laser light shut off again and it was time to move the device to another spot. “Lucky for me I have a can of spray paint that I can use for a touch up.”

“Spray paint?” Alex looked confused.

“Well, they call it root concealer.” I admitted. “But when you shake the can up it has those marbles in it just like a can of paint and it smells like paint so, I’m going to say it’s hair paint.”

“Why don’t you just let it grow out naturally.” Steven asked.

I’m pretty sure my complete silence was enough of an answer.