I’m tired and confused and I bet you are too. Tired from doing what? That 4D puzzle of Washington DC on the dining room table is driving me nuts. Usually I can sit at a puzzle for hours on end until my back hurts from leaning over. This foamy second layer is a bear. And then I have put all the government buildings in place. The only two that are visibly recognizable are the Pentagon and the Washington Monument.
Tax season always wears me out and I usually look forward to getting fired on April 15th. This year, no such luck. Onward I go until July 15th. The plan is that when this pandemic is over I will have enough money saved to take one heck of a vacation to wherever my heart desires.
I went to Publix for some groceries. I hadn’t been out to the store in almost 3 weeks. Suddenly there is all this blue tape on the floor to mark off 6 feet distances and to tell me which way to go down an aisle. I, of course, fell into my old habits and took my usual path around the store. My grocery list was in order of position on that path so to optimize my time among the germs but not in the same order as the new blue arrows. More time in the germ pool made me glad I wore my mask.
The sub lady yelled at me for getting too close even though some people without masks stood on the wrong side of the tape, much closer to her than I. I yelled my order to her and she yelled back her questions. Shopping was suddenly not a pleasure. The sub finally made, I headed to the produce. How the heck am I supposed to pick tomatoes without touching them? The real clogging up happened on the dairy aisle way back in the corner. Everyone is out of milk and eggs and once they got their selection, they can’t get out of the way fast enough. I did a tango with a mask-less woman over the margarine. Did I put myself in danger?
This is the part I’m really confused about. The mask. I had mine on but so many people didn’t. Do they know something I don’t? Do they have antibodies and feel they are now free to roam the world un-masked? Or are they stupid and don’t care about the rest of us? Frankly I hate wearing a mask and I wonder how much longer we’ll have to do it if only half of us are taking the pandemic seriously. All this thinking about where to stand and which way to push my cart left me more than confused. I’m exhausted and now I know why. I’m confused.