Dropped three packages off at the post office yesterday. Another surreal moment seeing a big sheet of plastic hung in front of the post office front desk. I had wondered if they would have the big heavy door propped open and sure enough..they did. Less to touch. I had my mask..I had gloves on..and you try to be mindful of not touching anything..even with gloves on because you can still transfer stuff around with your gloves. I went home and thought…enough time doing all this and I’m gonna have some real paranoia aftermath issues. Not that it’s a bad thing to be aware of germs and stuff but oy…something about it being a life or death situation sure heightens the paranoia factor. I don’t know if we will ever be the same after this. And I’m thinking therapists will be in even more of a high demand. Not a bad career choice for any young folks out there who are undecided about what they want to do and like to help people that way.
So ya…a new way to be for awhile. Every day a new way to be.
You Had To Be There… 