Closing the Door

      Today at Pet Food City Mamie (in a high state of excitement at being somewhere, anywhere, other than our house) and I were met at the door by a friendly person in gloves.
I was allowed in to a 10-foot section cordoned off by the register and a second person disappeared to get the brand I’d requested. Experiencing this validated my plan to purchase not one, but two bags of dog food. Today they might be meeting me at the door, tomorrow those same doors might be locked shut.

          So we’re set in that department for at least a month or two.

          Good thing. Yesterday I pretty much hit the reality wall. I had sallied forth for another go at finding hand sanitizer and wipes. Two Dollar Generals and a Walgreen’s later, I realized this was absurdity at its best: Going out looking for sanitizer and wipes was the only reason we needed them, so the very effort of acquiring them was what was putting us in danger.

          The deal was sealed at the grocery store where a woman who was standing much too close, but who I had thought was about to move, sneezed. No more than a foot from where I was standing. I relived this moment as I fell asleep last night, and again at 3 a.m. this morning.

          That’s it. Outside of rides in the car, walking the dog, and bike rides, I’m in.

 

      

    On a happier note, here was a surprise I found when out walking Mamie. Looks like the cardinal in our pine tree back home is a snowbirder, too.