Checking in. We've moved to ordering our groceries for pickup instead of going inside the store, on account of the continuing rise of cases and hospitalizations. I'm to the point with my available cope that screaming at someone with their mask off their nose or even not on their face is a real risk.
I'm hoping it starts to at least level off soon. I did let my husband know that it's pretty much guaranteed that it's just going to be us in the house until the beginning of the next year.
I'm really damned tired at this point. But we don't have any way out of this right now except to stick it out. We're to the point that we're probably going to be reevaluating stuff, including what we do to actually get social interaction; I'm expecting that, among other things, conventions are going to be completely off the menu for us until we get over having to isolate for protection of us and everyone else.
I'm hoping it starts to at least level off soon. I did let my husband know that it's pretty much guaranteed that it's just going to be us in the house until the beginning of the next year.
I'm really damned tired at this point. But we don't have any way out of this right now except to stick it out. We're to the point that we're probably going to be reevaluating stuff, including what we do to actually get social interaction; I'm expecting that, among other things, conventions are going to be completely off the menu for us until we get over having to isolate for protection of us and everyone else.
"You know how parents tell you everything's going to fine, but you know they're lying to make you feel better? Everything's going to be fine." - The Doctor