I used to take a lot of things for granted. Like running out to the grocery store a few times a week. Or going out to a restaurant for a meal. Or having our adult kids stop by for a visit. Or going to see a movie on Tuesday afternoons when we could get half-priced tickets.
I used to not have to wear a face mask and put on disposable latex gloves on those rare occasions when I do have to go to the grocery store to pick up a few critical items like milk, eggs, butter, and Ben & Jerry’s Stephen Colbert’s Americone Dream ice cream. And I would get toilet paper if they’d ever get any in stock.
I used to be able to walk our dog and let her frolic with other dogs while I chatted with their owners. But now we have to keep our distance and our dog doesn’t understand why she can’t sniff other dogs’ butts.
Our entire San Francisco Bay area has been under “house arrest” since mid-March and the stay-at-home order had been extended through early May. Although I have my doubts that these stay-at-home restrictions will open up even then.
This is the closest thing I can think of to being in solitary confinement. Well, solitary with my wife, but confinement nonetheless.
Written for this week’s Tale Weaver prompt from Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie. Also for the WordPress Discover Prompt, “open.”