Chronicles of the Virus Day 50. Walking on Mother's Day.
This morning when I opened my eyes, the sky was swathed in luminous mist. It wasn't the grey, depressing fog of a low cloud, it was the mist rising after the sun began to hit the wet world. Today I go walking! On my walk. So, after breakfast, I put on my sneakers and went for my walk. I only went a half hour, because my legs were beginning to ask forgiveness from the punishment. Other were out, too, though just cyclists along our road. There were extremely few cars, like every Sunday since this began, so whenever I crossed with an on-coming cyclist, he would pedal out into the middle of the road while I walked along the edge. Social distancing. Except for one who floundered by me, less than a meter away. Cyclists like this one are the ones that, when I'm driving, make me want to morph into the Raging Avenger, and send them skydiving into the ditch. Please don't be like that cyclist. Tomorrow, I'm returning, and over the coming weeks, I shall be extending my reac...