Okay, so evidently I have to stay in my bubble until the herd is immune. I am jealous and pouty.
But still, it’s been a few days now since Thursday’s doctor told me, and I’m feeling better about it.
I’m fine being alone.
I like working from home.
I LOVE wearing the mask.
I like having someone else do the shopping.
I’m not traveling anyway for the next few years.
I know other people miss hugging their friends, but I’m no hugger.
Really, my only complaint is that other people are free and I am not, but that said I do really like my prison.
I’m sure I’ll get stares if I’m in a mask in public in the fall – but why would I need to be in public? What would tempt me out? And stares would let me test out my old-lady-don’t-care persona, anyway.
Don’t know how old it will get by this fall, though.