I've been sitting at home watching all this on the television and on the Internet (ok.. actually big monitor and small monitor — same source). Walks and biking has been within our community but for a week I've been pretty insular.
Yesterday I finally had a long enough shopping list to make a trip worth that exposure to people. I went just shy of 6PM which is typically the quiet time and it was just that, fortunately. So I went up and down the isles getting more junk food than was absolutely necessary but we now have enough to last a couple of more weeks. I pork roast that will be used a bunch of different ways and some ribs to practice slow cooking inside. And a couple of steaks. And lots of staples BUT no flour. That is starting to bother me. I probably should have bought some bread.
Now I wait to see if I managed to get in and out without contracting anything. Three days.
I'm not a nervous person and have always been invincible (as evidenced by my continued existence) but this has me a little rattled. It is a new feeling for me and one I'm fighting against.
Jim Morrison had it down — 'Strange days indeed'.
Meanwhile I remembered this album cut from 1967. Erik Burton and The Animals. Even stranger: https://open.spotify.com/track/4SLkH620pFW6IFMEjOwrCC?si=ERX1jmmERfGZms88lK3LVw