Normalize a situation
Permit me to bask in the warm glow. This afternoon, I decided to “regularize” a license for a piece of software, after evaluating (in tiny increments) for an inordinately long time. I mean, seven years isn’t that long. The time flew by. It’s just that the software seems to work, every time. Now I can start things up without the shame screen. A win, all around.
MY sibling and my cousin are both due to end their time-out from society, in a few hours. Their requirement, after international travel, was to self-isolate for fourteen days. Now they can get back in the game with the rest of us. Lines (on the floor) in the grocery. More handwashing that anyone believed possible, outside of a surgery gown-up area. A need to treat everyone else as if we couldn’t see them. I hope the transition goes well.
Meanwhile… there isn’t a meanwhile. We’re in this game, for real, and the loss could be a deadly one. If all goes well, I’ll avoid any toxic moments, but it might be a while before my next shopping trip or sit down meal in a restaurant. I had checked my debit card file, and I’ve been out of circulation for about six weeks already. No big deal. I’m mentally in tune with isolation. It might not be so easy for others.
What else is going on? Outside, the snow is disappearing quickly. This morning, I could see the umbilical cord for the har-vee, which has been under cover for months already. Next up, we’ll be able to dewinterize. No matter if we can’t go anywhere else; it’s all about the potential.
