Back to Normal

I haven't eaten in a restaurant since at least February or early March. I think I did drive through once since then. Somewhere in June I remember congratulating myself that dining out was not something I missed.  But, all these months later, I think about it more. I mentally think about what might be safe. Delivery for one person just doesn't appeal to me.

I have only been to a fabric store once in the pandemic. Weekly trips to fabric stores, not always to buy something, but to look at the eye candy of fabrics, used to been one of my hobbies.  To say I don't miss this kind of looking would be a lie.  But, I can do without it a lot more than I ever thought I could.  Now I wonder what I used to spend so much time looking at.

I have found ways to order and install curtains, a shelf, and a bunch of toys. I have found ways to work around avoiding stores.  I have ordered on line a lot more. I am not sure that I will ever go back to the hunting down that I used to do for things.

I do a lot of Zoom gatherings.  But, I miss people in the flesh.  Seeing people in the flesh is problematic.  I considered doing a fire pit at my house, socially distanced outside, but what if somebody needs to use the bathroom? So, I am stopped.

Life goes on and I am finding out how to live it.  But, I am tired of the fear.  I am tired of thinking every sneeze or cough is a death knell. And I finally long to eat at restaurants.