Social Distancing means books. But it also means the inability to focus on books. So, movies, maybe?
But nothing about an apocalypse. Nothing too deep. Everything’s too deep. So, a show, maybe? Eight episodes in. Are you still watching? Am I still watching? Probably not. Can’t remember.
So, cleaning, maybe? But cleaning out old items means remembering past ships. Relationships. Friendships. Familyships.
Blessed to have an essential job. Cursed, also. A horrid mix of normalcy and anxiety. Will my coworkers fall ill? Will I? How are the customers? Is everyone okay? Will my family be okay? Need a distraction.