I had my first purely covid based stress dream. I just wanted pancakes. But no one in the little restaurant cared about being packed in together.
I ordered, then sat at a table. But i was basically back to back with other customers. I freaked.
I told the very busy waitress I'd be outside waiting.
I tried to stay out of people's way, but one woman and her kid kept following me around. I tried 3 times to get away from her, but she got right up and followed me.
Finally i said: hey, I'm trying as hard as i can to stay away from you! The look she gave me was withering. Like i was being crazy. I finally just left, without my pancakes. Bleh.
I'm making my own pancakes tomorrow. Damn it.
There were no crowds when i went fishing yesterday.