We’re becoming more and more familiar with what prison life must be like. Can’t, or shouldn’t go out when we so desire. Sitting in a coffee shop, or even going into one, is fast becoming just a memory. We’re getting up at the crack of dawn to go grocery shopping, or for those that are city dwellers, waiting for it to be delivered. Leaving the mail in the box for a few days or weeks to make sure it’s not contaminated. Even filling the gas tank is a rare event. “Curbside service” used to be something special, like valet parking. Now, it’s a staple of life. I even used it this past week to fill the barbeque grill tank. I know – it ran dry last fall and I thought to myself, “I’ll leave it until spring. There’s plenty of time.” Oops. So many things that are now becoming fixtures in our lives – drive-up windows, deliveries on the front porch, stockpiling toilet paper. I really can’t understand that last one. Why are shoppers going nuts with toilet paper? For all advisories, bladder failure isn’t one of the symptoms. Perhaps if you’re taking the President at his word and drinking Windex, maybe. For the rest of us, “business” as usual. Continue reading “Isolation Fatigue”
I'm Thinking...No! 