I’m scared about COVID19. I’m afraid of getting it and I’m afraid of unknowingly giving it. I still do stuff and have some managed contact with people, but from listening to the experts, I think this winter is going to be really bad. What I’m doing to manage it is, with Lumpy, planning on getting a freezer for the basement so that we can go to the grocery store even less, getting really short haircuts so I don’t have to go back for 6 months at a time, still staying away from people I know and love. My closest friends and I have had no real contact since March. The friend I see the most has been 2-3 feet away at the closest, and that was outside. I get massage outside in a screen tent, masked with a quadruple layer (double layer mask plus folded over coffee filter). I’m in the chiropractors office 20 minutes, and we’re masked and sanitized. I recently donated plasma and will do so again, but only because everyone I was within 6 feet of had face shields on, and I hand sanitized so much that I wonder if I had any bacteria at all left on my hands. By the way, I’m getting $70 for my first five donations. Help save the world and get money. Yes.
My point is that I know a lot of folks think I’m hyper cautious. I just keep returning to the thought that perhaps I am, but I will be alive when this is over. As Lumpy says, quoting Stephen King, “Perfect paranoia is perfect awareness.”
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