Sleeping is a challenge, and my persistent sleep issues are apparently contagious. Eric got up one morning last week and asked if I wanted to go in with him on a suicide-pact to ensure we actually slept through a night... instead, we combed through the drawers in the bathroom for medicines that might help. Two nights later, Eric took something that knocked him on his butt for most of the next morning. I didn't and Sunday was so sleep deprived I had flu-like symptoms, sans fever (which I know because I checked it incessantly because that's what happens now.) I knocked myself out with something else last night, and I'm fine.
As I have previously mentioned, I have always been a hand washer. However, this has ramped up during this time, and I'm beginning to wonder if my hands will ever recover. There are dry patches in between my fingers. My knuckles are cracked. My right hand is now oddly discolored with a distinct line at the wrist bones, and neither moisturizer, Neosporin, or the promises given to me in Guatemala about the miracle of macadamia oil seem to be helping.
|Ye olde breadmaker... still works... and no longer for sale|
I am starting to miss people. I mean, I live with my person and that's awesome, but contact with others would be nice too. I am, in fact, an extrovert. Zoom calls are a substitute, but they aren't the same thing... and my eyes are starting to feel strain from staring at screens all the time. So, the inevitable is starting to happen. I'm talking to wildlife. Last week, there were 11 deer in a yard while I was running, and I stopped to say hello. These ladies didn't seem to mind, but they weren't the conversationalists I was hoping for.
|My new friends|
We ordered a mirror for pick up at Lowe's before the quarantine, and it finally arrived. I drove for the first time in a couple of weeks, to the store, suited up in mask, hat and gloves, and stared through the makeshift plexiglass partition recently installed at the customer service counter to retrieve my order. The young guy behind the wall recommended that the mirror be inspected before I sign off that I had received it, in case of breaks, scratches or cracks. This was a lovely idea, but resulted in two other young men wrestling with the box and polystyrene casing on the floor of the hardware store while everyone else tried to stay six feet away from them. The mirror was fine, fortunately.
|How we look in public now|
When I got the mirror home, we gloved up, open the entire thing in the driveway, Clorox-wiped the mirror before bringing it in the house, and deposited the box and padding directly in the garage rubbish and recycling bins. One step closer to having the never-ending-project done...
|Grocery sanitizing process|
I masked and gloved up, because that's what we do now, retrieved my order, got it home, and went through a sanitizing process to bring it all in. This involved Clorox wiping every box, tin, or can after removing them from the bag, and filling a clean bucket with items, removing all fruits and vegetable from their plastic bags and putting them in a basket before moving them in to the house. The fruits and veggies are currently in a vinegar and water bath in the sink (which is actually my regular process - I wash all fruit and vegetables as soon as they come home so they are ready to eat right out of the fridge.) The bags went directly in the recycling and the car got Lysoled down.
|When you talk about "banditing" in a race,|
this isn't what they mean...
And those are the things that happen now.