Lifestyle-ish

My brain not on drugs

There’s a strong sense that we are gradually coming out of self-quarantine. As usual, I am of two minds (at least) on this. On the one hand, I will be happy to see Carol become increasingly free to be out and about again, frequently with me in supportive tow. On the other hand, I am honestly sad that this period of self-withdrawal is ending. But I don’t want this to come off sounding as antisocial as it sounds (or probably is).

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The new abnormal

Carol has been handling the stay-at-home quarantine quite well. She’s fidgety, bored, misses people and increasingly restless to run errands. In other words, she’s behaving like a normal human being. The other day she excitedly and repeatedly offered to drive to Target for a curbside delivery of a bottle of sherry, the only ingredient we lacked for a veal marsala recipe. The thing is, Carol’s trying to avoid my calorie-rich recipes during this period of physical inactivity, so picking up the sherry would be a double-edged sword. I finally calmed her down by adding the sherry to my biweekly wine delivery, but agreeing to a pickup of grocery items at the local Mother’s food store on Monday. She’s counting down the days till Monday.

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Lifestyle-ish

98.6 degrees of separation

Although social distancing has improved my personal interactions (avoiding people at only six feet instead of at all), it appears many of my natural inclinations are helping me do my bit to help stop the spread of coronavirus.

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