There is no other conversation except the virus.We are fascinated by it. We feel so righteous. We who stay home, we who wear masks, we who wash our hands after going to the mailbox,
we who shop from home. I do those things and they are beginning to feel natural. Who ever thought that you would wash your hands after opening the mail, after leaving it in a garage for a few days. Am I
doing too much. Am I driving myself crazy. How will I ever go out into the world again. My world, which isn’t that big, is much smaller now. I actually don’t mind. Small is good. But I worry
if I am opening up too much. I went to the grocery twice. I pumped gas. The first time since Feb. 23. I went to the Vet. I visited a friend and practiced social separation. Can I now bring my collection of stuff that I have cleaned out of closets to GoodWill.
Is this too much. I pass my guest room and see those bags and frankly, they are beginning to wear on me. I want them out. I need to buy a bed and mattress for the room and get it to look like a room again
and not a room ready for a estate sale. Dixie Cup doesn’t even walk into that room. I wonder what she thinks it is. I forgot to wear my mask when I walked Dixie the other day. . I keep it right on
the door knob. How could I miss it, but I did. I cut the walk short because I didn’t feel right. I later took a rainy day nap and I dreamt. I dreamt that I was apologizing for not wearing my mask. Is that the new normal to have my precious dream time
interrupted by a missing mask. I want knights in shining armor, or at least going to make a deposit at the bank because I just won the lottery.Not masks.