By day seven, they had fallen into a routine. They woke up around nine. Ginny made smoothies before their work out and Mike made lunch after. Ginny spent the afternoon doing lessons on Duolingo (she made a deal with the Sanders boys that she would learn Spanish if they did), scrolling TikTok and trying out YouTube tutorials. Mike would read and take business calls. Sometimes he would quiz her on Spanish phrase. He had learned in school and kept up for his yearly trips to Mexico. Apparently, he worked with some kind of habitat for humanity building houses there, and it was a lot easier if he could speak the language.
Mike made dinner, which they ate on the couch watching the nightly news. They both agreed to try to avoid constantly watching the repetitive coverage and just watch once a day to make sure they knew any big changes in policies and mandates. After dinner, Ginny would do the dishes. Sometimes they would watch tv, or play pool, or go for a swim.
āIām bored,ā Ginny groaned, flopping on the couch when she finished the dishes. They had been avoiding the b word for a week.
āWant to go for a swim?ā
āNo, I want toā¦ I donāt know, do something we havenāt done.ā
āIf I knew I would have said,ā she snapped.
āArenāt you bored?ā
āOf course, I am, but what good does it do saying it?ā
āWant to have a spontaneous dance party?ā
āSpontaneous dance party. It was something my therapist suggested when Rachel and I were trying to make it work. It is supposed to be a way to burn off stress and excess physical energy.ā
āCan it be a spontaneous dance party if we're planning it?ā
āUgh, Baker, youāre killing me. Do you want to do it or not?ā
āFine, itās not like we have anything else to do.ā
āOk, find a dance music station you like on pandora and I will be right back.ā
Ginny flicked through her phone trying to find a station that looked good. She had already hooked her phone to his surround sound speakers for a workout the other day so by the time Mike came back, Daft punk was blasting through the speakers. Mike pushed the coffee table out of the center of the room, flicked off the lights and plugged in a tiny strobe light.
āSeriously?ā Ginny laughed.
āWe are having full club experience.ā Mike explained.
āAlright then we need one more thing,ā Ginny ducked into the kitchen and returned with two shot glasses and a bottle of tequila.
On day eight they both slept past 11 and skipped their work out.
Ginny decided Mikeās therapist needed a raise and spontaneous dance parties were pretty great.
Part 3 of my story of Ginny and Mike quarantining together.... you can read the rest here
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