A Surreal Three Weeks
It has been a surreal three weeks.
I have been in self-quarantine since March 17. I’m not sick, but I don’t want to catch the coronavirus. Nonetheless, I feel strange being cooped up in my house all of the time. I feel like a prisoner except I haven’t committed any crime except maybe being a living, breathing human being. Of course, I am well-fed, and my home is a lot more comfortable than the state pen. Still, I want to go back to work, eat at restaurants, visit bookstores and libraries, go to conventions, and just live my normal life. Being stuck around the house is no fun, especially now when the weather is so delightful.
During the self-quarantine, I have been writing short essays about my experiences during the coronavirus. I don’t know if they will be compiled into a book, posts in this blog, or just something to show to my loved ones. I need to do something to keep myself busy besides reading doom-and-gloom coronavirus stories, take frequent naps, and watch dust grow in my bedroom.
Blogging will be sporadic for the foreseeable future. I am no mood to opine on my soapbox during this pandemic.
Joe’s Maybe Memorable Quote of the Day
No quote today. Once again, keep safe.