Stay home and recall the better times
The message from our neighbours was clar: they are on “the Rock”, doing what tourists do. A twinge of jealousy in our house. Idle chatter about putting the dog in his magic harness and going off to explore. But, everything comes with a balance. A message from one of the local schools, letting us know that a good part of their population is now in quarantine. And there’s more.
The provincial health officer with advice: Don’t travel, if it isn’t essential to your health. We are still in bleak times. Two years in. Come on, who would have thought? Especially when the high paid help cajoled us to live free (and die).
I don’t need to see new trees, right now. I have lots of memories, some reasonable photos, no need to over-indulge on roadside fare. In fact, I’d be willing to kick back with a plate of home cooked stew, delighting in the odours and textures. This can’t last forever, right? Sooner or later, the green flag will go up, and we’ll be back to the tourist trails.
Let’s repeat what the health officer mentioned. You can’t see this bug, and if you have any doubts, whatsoever, go get tested. In the city, but I’m sure they’re about to announce home tests for everyone. I am going to maintain discipline. Beg for a bowl of stew. Consider ice cream as an essential food group. Brew another coffee. Pet the dogs (we’ve got a loaner for this afternoon). And above all, try to avoid the plague. That’s what this has become: a mental plague with physical symptoms.
