Updated: May 5
Forty-five days since last time I was near other people. That was during the springtime shopping trip in town for supplies which were intended to last until fall. Twenty-four inches of receipt. Now I’m eating less to stretch the supplies to last a year, maybe longer, as signs the spread of SARS-CoV-2 is not under any measure of control and ignorant, selfish, crazy people are protesting in arms to end lockdowns and mingle closely, mask-free, concern-free.
Forty-five days. No big deal. I’ve gone as long as eight months in complete isolation from other people without any pain and intend to make it a full year before I expire. Maybe this time of pandemic is the perfect opportunity to achieve that one year goal. Chances of a vaccine being available soon are slim. If it works out maybe I’ll make trips to town a once-per-year event from now on, minimizing exposure to so much madness society has to offer.
That would be ideal.