I’m camped out in this room. It’s the cleanest and most orderly. I can delude myself about the rest of the house.

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