I had to leave the house today. Not only that, I had to actually go somewhere. Specifically, I had to go to a store. It’s been five weeks since I interacted in the same physical space with someone other than my wife and two step kids.
My parents needed something from Home Depot. I ordered it online and picked it up for them and dropped it off on their front steps. I used Home Depot’s curbside pickup. They brought the item out to the car and dropped it off in the parking spot next to mine. When they walked away I picked it up and put it in the car.
I exaggerate, but only a little. I had a mask and gloves on. My wife made the mask out of a bandanna and some elastics. It worked great. When I got home I put my clothes, including the mask, in the wash and took a shower. Paranoid? Yup. Do I care? Nope.
My father wanted to install the item I dropped off. I didn’t think his back would let him. I thought I would do it, but I talked to my brother about it and out of respect to the diabetic in my house who is at high risk from COVID-19 I asked him if there was any chance that he could handle the install. He did. I thank him so very much. My brother John is awesome. You should all send him some happy thoughts from me.
So I had gone about five weeks without interacting with anyone outside the house. Now, officially, my clock is reset to zero and I’m going to be looking for COVID-19 symptoms even more than I already was for at least the next two weeks.
Thank you, John.
Screw you, COVID-19.