Playing for Time

Self-Quarantine Day 8 – 03/20/2020

Hitting a wall this morning, no doubt the first of many. Haven’t been further than my balcony since LAST Friday, and the walls are starting to tilt inward a little. It’s cold and blustery outside, so Kim skipped his 6am walk… maybe later.

Most weeks I’m a hermit crab… don’t care if I stick my nose out all that often. But since this is now the status quo and my options have been squeezed down tighter, places and food around town are calling my name. Crazy humans…

Time to shake up the routine – things are devolving to a state not generally tolerated here for long. There’s laundry to fold, clutter to sweep away, and my desk is once again a sty by my standards. And always the little stacks of papers and junk mail to keep sorted. I have no focus yet – my head is off in the weeds, thinking thoughts I can’t recall a minute later.

It doesn’t help that I’ve been coughing for days and breaking out in sweats. No fever, just a steady reminder that I’ve tucked myself away for reasons – and I hope I did it soon enough. My general health platform has been compromised for years, and now we learn that people with Type A blood are the most susceptible to the virus. So yeah, hope that last trip to the therapy pool won’t stick with me in a bad way. We know now that C-19 has been loose in society for far longer than we were told, so the uncertainty hangs like the Sword of Damocles until the crisis passes.

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