Last night I dreamed I was at the store, and I’d forgotten my mask. I was terrified I’d catch the virus, because someone, also not wearing a mask, was talking in my face only two feet away.
I’m not afraid when awake, so I’m surprised I’d have a nightmare about masks and the lack of them. Maybe reading about the recent surge in reported cases has stirred up my subconscious. Florida is one of the states that has shown a massive increase in cases (no surprise there, given the bootlicking Republican governor).
The last four months have been long. Really long. I lost Suki, my faithful companion of nearly sixteen years, and except for quick trips to the grocery store every two weeks, and a handful of visits to local parks (with no one around), I’ve been alone at home. Even work has not distracted me from my isolation, as there hasn’t been much, and I’m becoming concerned about money.
Yesterday they resurfaced the roads in the park, and we were forbidden to drive on them for 24 hours, which actually stretched to three days. (Of course several residents ignored the request and drove down the street, one of them doing it only six hours later.) It was like another nail in the coffin. I was so frustrated and twitchy yesterday, I was ready to rip someone’s head off.
This year, 2020, was supposed to be an improvement over 2019, and 2018, 2017, and 2016 before that. It didn’t happen. So far 2020 is the worst year in recent memory, and hurricane season is around the corner. One wonders how much worse things can get.
Something has to change–nationally, globally, and personally–but I’m not sure what.
See you next time.