Today I officially started physically distancing myself from my fellow humans. While I should have been cleaning the house and doing laundry, I have, instead, camped out on social media talking to anyone who will talk to me.
I’m a homebody, but if you tell me I have to stay home, I will be perverse and desire to go out. I think it’s human nature. We want what we’re told we can’t have. I have a burning desire to go to the grocery store and take a photo of the empty toilet paper aisle. Seems it’s all the rage. That and get ice cream.
I’m really craving ice cream.
As far as I know, I will still be going to work. I do plan on staying in my office and wielding a can of Lysol. Not that I have any Lysol. And not that there’s any Lysol to be had. My mother is high-risk for the disease and it’s my goal to keep her uninfected. It’s literally life and death. I will find Lysol.
I am not making light of this situation. I am just trying to have some fun with it. This is serious shit and I believe we’re in for some real misery. Be kind to one another and wash your hands.
Connie, in exile for the good of the realm