…or as I might put it if being melodramatic, Day 13 of my self-imposed isolation. That might sound really important if two-thirds of the folks in this country weren't on Day 10-15 of their self-imposed isolations. Actually, I had a little company the first few days of mine but my cleaning lady aside, it's been ten days since anyone was in this house but me. I've taken one walk — down to an ATM to deposit three residual checks totaling about twelve dollars — but today, I'm driving over to my doctor's office for a minor test that has nothing to do with the coronavirus.
Then I plan to hurry back because I have a grocery delivery scheduled. If I get done at the doc's early, I might hit the Pollo Loco drive-thru and pick up a couple days worth of broiled chicken. If I do that, I'm going to have to decide whether or not to advance-order it via the Pollo Loco app on my iPhone. If I do, that's less human interaction once I get there. I just drive through the drive-thru, grab the bag and run. If I don't, I have to hassle with paying and getting change. Option 1 would seem like the wiser choice…but what if I order through the app then get there and there's a huge line of cars which is way too long to join?
This is the kind of strategic planning that's vital in these desperate times.
But I'm trying not to think of them as desperate times. I've accepted that I'm (we're) just going to have to live like this for an indeterminate time. Could be weeks, could be months. If this is as bad as it gets for me, it's not that bad. The other night, I said to a friend, "I've just been sitting at my desk in my pajamas, watching movies and/or working on my computer. Oh, how I long for the days when I used to sit at my desk in my pajamas, watching movies and/or working on my computer only about 90% of the time."
Actually, that percentage might be a little high. But it's not hard to live this way. Especially when there's no place to go.