Social Distancing.

It’s my norm. It’s second nature to me.

We are now ordered to stay at home and not go to work or anywhere non-essential.

Safer at home.

That’s what we’re calling it. It goes by other names of course.

Shelter in place

Stay the fuck home is what I prefer to call it.

So, here we are. Stuck at home.

No human contact…for the most part.

We’re able to go out, do some exercises, get groceries, among other essential needs like order take out, get money, and get gas…

There might be a few other things, but at the moment, I don’t care.

This is the new normal for the foreseeable future. I don’t know when this will go away or when we can beat this pandemic.

No one knows.

The peak should happen in a few weeks. We’re not even on peak levels yet. In about three more weeks we shall be.

Three weeks and then what? Will we get to leave the house? Social Distancing will go away?

No one knows at the moment. No one knows if this is working; slowing the virus.

No one knows.

I haven’t seen any trends yet. We have more and more positive cases as more people are getting tested and more and more deaths.

This isn’t a hoax like 45 and his cronies are saying.

Fuck him.

I had to stop watching his daily briefings because it is so anger inducing.

He’s an angry insecure petty little man.

We need a better leader. A more competent leader. A more empathetic leader.

Not someone who has such a little ego that he’ll play with people’s lives because some governor called him out on his sit.

But here we are.

Self-Quarantining.

Safer at home.

Sheltering in place.

Time slows.

Moments all fade into one moment and it’s hard to tell what time of the day or what day it is.

There’s no routine.

There’s no sense of normalcy in this new normalcy.

How long will this last?

No idea.

No idea.

Pickles had a rough week this week. He’s been having a rough year.

His health declines.

Slower.

Lethargic.

It’s his heart.

Heart disease.

I took him to the vet and then emergency vet this week.

He had fluids in his lungs.

They tested the fluids and they came back negative for anything suspicious.

No cancer.

Heart disease, which is more manageable. It’s the best outcome to have.

The meds that he’s on makes him leak. It gives him the runs.

I adjusted his feeding schedule the best I can to alleviate the diarrhea issue, but I can’t do much about the leak issue. It’s about an hour or two after I give him his meds that it happens.

I don’t know how long this will last.

Definitely a new normal.

I know one day; I’ll have to make that choice.

It’ll come and I’ll have to be ready.

I know I can make it. But, can I really?

I don’t know.

One day at a time.

One day.

At a time.