12,680 Days Alive
So I had to go shopping today after I dropped the mail off for work. The shelves, the entire store was decimated.
It was like Hurricane Madness to and extreme. And, apparently, menstrual pads are a thing people are panic buying. I had to go to a second store today to find any!
But I was able to get lunch stuff and more Atkins shakes for work, so that’s good.
When I got home, I didn’t throw laundry in. I’ll do it tomorrow when I don’t have to do anything but go vote after work.
The whole Covid-19 thing is slowly shutting down the country and I don’t know how long we’re going to have before they implement a curfew or something like that. Already, stores are changing hours; Canada is closing its borders to non-Canadians. Italy is still on lockdown and there’s biblical style plagues of locusts in Africa right now. I’m not saying Trump is the antichrist or anything, but damn is the world on fire right now.
It’s scary and I can only hope that isolating from here on out until this passes helps to keep me from getting sick. However, my anxiety isn’t as bad as it could be. I’m not scrubbing my skin like Lady Macbeth, but I am cycling through the mental jukebox when I wash my hands. Currently, it’s the opening to My Chemical Romance’s Black Parade for my hand washing song. I’m worried but not overly so.
I’m not going out for the foreseeable future, at least, beyond doctor appointments and voting. Trips I had planned to see Mal and Bubbles and Baby Bubble are being postponed till after this has passed.
I hope we all come out okay from this.
Social stuff is not the only thing impacted, as well. Work is going to be weird. Almost everyone is going to be working from home, so it’ll be odd being one of two people in the office. I have lunch stuff now, at least, beyond meal shakes.
For now, though, I’m going to head to bed. My Kindle is acting buggy and not letting me read books on it, which sucks.
And I’ve got a mild headache from gods knows what. Probably allergies.
Take your meds, folks.