Good morning, everyone!
It is Day 12 of shelter in place. Yesterday, I walked to a mailbox a few blocks away and mailed a letter. I have never felt so stressed out about a simple walk before!
I feel constantly on edge when I’m outside the house. Suddenly I wish I were better at judging distances. Here’s my inner-monologue on the trip to the mailbox:
Laur: “Lalala, oh it’s nice to be outside.”
Sees another person.
L: “OH GOD!”
Person turns down another street.
L: “That was close. Too close. I can’t be taking risks like this. What will happen to Scout if I die? What if I somehow infect someone else even though I haven’t gone anywhere other than the grocery store once 10 days ago??? Well, I have to mail this letter. Onwards and upwards.”
Sees a person standing about a block away.
L: “Oh no.”
The person doesn’t move as Laur approaches.
L: “OH NO.”
The person turns to look at Laur as they awkwardly near.
L: “OH NO.”
Laur smiles while side-stepping into the street.
L: “Was that 6′? Did that person think I was avoiding them? I’m not trying to be rude! I’m just trying to stay safe! Maybe I should go back and explain? From 6′ away? Was that 6′???”
The mailbox approaches.
L: “Wait. How do I do this?”
Looks at letter. Looks at mailbox. Looks back at letter.
L: “I should have brought one of those grippy things. Why don’t I have a grippy thing? I need to buy a grippy thing. But I need to save my money for rent and groceries. Should I ask my housemates about doing a rent strike? But we all still have jobs so that seems like a pointless gesture. Unless the other people in our apartment complex are out of jobs and they need the solidarity. I should ask them if they still have their jobs. But that would require me to leave the house… Oh god.”
Mailbox still sitting there.
L: “Here goes nothing.”
Laur opens the mailbox with a sleeve and drops the letter like it’s hot.
L: “It’s done. It’s over. Now I know what Frodo felt like on Mount Doom.”
L: “So where’s the giant eagle to carry me home?”
Will write more tomorrow,