Another two day stretch where I haven’t been for a walk. My goal is to get out every day, but that’s okay, as long as I don’t make it 3 days in the cell, I will survive.
I am becoming mentally unwell being cooped up. Amazing how a fabulous bright space can turn into prison if you are housebound. In normal times when this happens I would simply go out. Go out for a walk, go for dinner, go to a show, go do an errand, go shopping.
But now out is very upsetting too. Runners breathing heavily (deadly droplets?). The stress of trying to keep that 6 foot distance when the other person doesn’t seem to know there’s a pandemic on offer right now and veers so close. I have confirmed masks are hot and fog my glasses, only on the exhale though. I can see. I can’t see. I can see. I can’t see.
And the stress of new changes. Roads down to one lane to give pedestrians room to pass each other. New signs new rules. People are on edge.
What helps is I knew life can be like this, no joy anywhere, and I also know this won’t last forever. It will get better, or we will adapt and learn to relax, or a little of both.
Or the virus will get us.