The duration, day 12. More references to Groundhog Day. I do some work, Andi same, filling in gaps with walks, indoor/outdoor workouts, the occasional shopping trip, maintaining limits on the drinking. Last night I got completely frazzled trying to pick a password for the College Board site to apply for Natalie’s financial aid, so I snapped at her in the least cool way. Apologies. Amazon orders on the stoop. Boxes left there to naturally decontaminate, bad news always in the background, new measures daily like: how they’re putting down spots in the store so you know what a six foot interval looks like, plexiglass to separate cashiers. Andi’s mom gifting an opened bottle of wine to Spike’s friend and nurse anesthetist Laura, who Ron also was trying to reach to get answers to questions he has about his inventory of N95 masks. These are just the small stories. I’m wondering what happens when Trump contests an election that rightly involves a lot of absentee ballots. His followers already see social distancing as virtue signaling, and I think it’s only a matter of time before owning the libs tips with self-righteous rage into killing the libs.
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