Chronicles of the Virus Day 30
It's been thirty days. A month. I miss many things, but perhaps, what I miss most is the carefree sense to the days. There were (and still are) plenty of daily worries. But among them were not the fears of getting sick, being hospitalized, or worries of being caught and fined for doing something not permitted in these times. In the cities and towns, I assume many fear nosy neighbors that might call the police on them for mundane things such as going to an ATM on another street, or taking out the trash. Today, I decided I needed to go to an ATM, myself, and take my growing shopping list to the supermarket. At eleven thirty I decided to head out, thinking there would be time enough to come home and make lunch for one o'clock. Heh, heh, no. I went to the ATM, waited my turn, did my stuff, and then drove up to the supermarket. In normal times, I go to the next township, visit the Eroski, the Gadis, and the Lidl. Now, I have to visit the local Eroski, and the Mercadona (I don...