When I walk the dogs, and glimpse people in full masks and goggles, there is a split second of worry. Maybe I've seen too much TV with terrorists and kidnappers, etc, dressed like that.
I ventured out at six PM to go pick up refill on meds. Ordinarily I would never go out at six as the three mile drive would take nearly half an hour. I'd inch over the bridge crossing the 405, the freeway below a solid parking lot.
Not today.
Maybe six cars around me all the way there. Four cars down on the freeway going north. Four. More coming south, but not the usual parking lot. Coming back, three cars (one of which simply had to tailgate me two inches away from my back bumper, because once an asshole always an asshole). But all those little shops that are usually open till nine, blank and dark. Parking lots nearly empty.
My yoga studio is having a Zoom tea party in a few minutes. I may drop in.
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