There aren’t many people where we live (even when there are) and we are free to go on walks. This helps with the cabin fever. I choose not to interact with anyone closely who doesn’t live with me. My parents are my best friends and I must protect them at all costs. Yes. We are all waiting in limbo for money and information.
Personally, I thank the universe for this experience because it is preparing us for worse. Mother Nature feels our disrespect and it makes her ill. When she hurts- we hurt.
Yesterday or the day before I was out on the sidewalk doing my best to instruct an elderly friend regarding unemployment (which is difficult being feet away). She did leave and I was about to go inside when a car pulled up. A very large black man was inside- he asked me for directions to a nearby restaurant. I obliged. Small talk for a moment. All at once I realized what was going on when I looked slightly down. A massive, throbbing and for some reason shiny black cock in his hand. (When I say massive I mean.....you couldn’t imagine the size.....). We were done talking anyway and I was sorta shocked and I said bye and turned away and laughed to myself. Life is funny. I’m not particularly offended.
We are reorganizing our home in the midst of all the chaos. I feel more inclined than ever to make my space feel like me. Mine. Ours.