Eyebrow knits

Say one thing about a blazing hot afternoon in spring, say it's cool under the shadows.

My quarantine wardrobe is about five clothes large.
A couple sweatpants, a few t shirts and a night shirt and that's all folks .
Not that I'd have dived into my little closet of stylish ensembles had it been any other day that I were spending at home.

I look at my drawer of pretty lipsticks, a couple of these I'd only just bought and they lie untouched. I feel sad for them.
Thankfully I'd the sense to order some skin care just a few days after I'd reached here since my previous stock was dwindling.
Man am I glad to have my epidermal essentials or what?

A bag made of jute twine sits slumped on a wooden bench in my room, looking at me as if I was a named thorn in its garden of Eden.

Day 4 or is it 5 of lockdown and I find myself getting comforted with Postrock.