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Please, for the Love of God, Think About Someone Other Than Yourself
What you do affects others
I went downstairs for the first time in three days and worked up a sweat in doing so.
Don’t touch anything, be as swift as possible, and get back to bed.
How did I get here?
Someone put me at risk. It wasn’t a stranger, but people who love me — family — and that makes it even worse.
I knew it was risky, but these were calculated risks, and safer than things a lot of other people were doing. Since this whole new world view began happening a while ago, we’ve been careful. We haven’t been out socializing or going out for any kind of entertainment. The old school of cooking from scratch, three squares a day, has been normal and isn’t abnormal for us anyway. Sure, we’ve ordered the occasional meal for delivery to mix things up a little.
Can you relate? What new normal things are really a blast from the past?
We received a family invitation to gather in a secluded place in a different state. Let’s face it, vacations as we know them, aren’t going to happen. We tried renting a home in the woods or in the mountains to change environments and move our bodies, but nowhere we looked would accept out-of-state residents. Period. Airbnb wouldn’t…
