Day 109, self quarantine
Hey hey Wednesday, I like you today because you’re really Thursday as I have Friday off for July 4thweekend. Yay Wednesday!
I’m just happy my weekends are real weekends again. My boss and I are now like a well oiled machine working remotely during the week, and have even fallen into a regular daily schedule. So Friday feels like Friday again, etc.
The last time I saw my boss in person was March 12.
That’s just crazy.
In other news, hallelujah I saw Sean, my hair stylist yesterday and we both agreed I should keep my long quarantine hair. So I just got a trim and left his salon feeling like a new woman.
Before I got my haircut, Sean met me at the doorway and took my temperature.
I was startled.
“Omg, what if I have a fever,” I babbled nervously.
“97.5,” he said, looking relieved, although who can really tell when wearing masks.
“97.5? I’m dead?”
Sean laughed and assured me I wasn’t.
This was literally the first time I was less than a foot apart from anyone other than Gary since March.
I was Sean’s first appointment since he closed his salon in March.
Hey, I was all kinds of honored I was his first. 😜
Other than not being able to hear each other due to masks and jackhammers digging up the street outside (oh, yes, lucky me, I’m still vibrating), it was a chill experience.
Welp, I thought I was chill, but by the time I walked home and had to pass a crowd of mostly unmasked millennials drinking at a sidewalk cafe and not socially distancing, I was so nerved out I walked into the house shaking.
Gary was out back.
I tried to act normal. Yeah, good luck with that.
“Ooh, Gar, can you take a picture of my hair?”
I handed him my phone.
“But...”
I sunk down in our snazzy new beach chair.
“Just take a pic. I’m having an anxiety attack.”
Gary took a pic and handed me back my phone.
“Why are you having an anxiety attack? Your hair looks good.”
I stood up and brushed off some leaves from my jeans.
“Not my hair. Omg. I have anxiety from being outside around people not wearing masks! Wait...you just took a pic of me wearing a mask?” I looked down at my phone incredulously.
“Rob, you just told me to take your picture. I tried to tell you but I thought that’s what you wanted. Am I supposed to dress you, too?”
“Oy, I’m so stressed I didn’t even realize I still had it on. I’m losing my fucking mind.”
“Want me to take another pic?”
“Nah. I really just wanted to see what my hair looked like.”
“And a mirror isn’t good because...?”
Grrr. It makes me nuts he doesn’t have an iPhone. He’ll never really understand.
Anyway, that was my excitement for yesterday.
Well, other than blueberry cornbread, which Gary decided to bake while I was out getting my hair done.
It. Was. Delightful. Pictures coming.
Without masks, even.
So all in all, Day 108 was a good one.
Onward!
This was literally the first time I was less than a foot apart from anyone other than Gary since March.
I was Sean’s first appointment since he closed his salon in March.
Hey, I was all kinds of honored I was his first. 😜
Other than not being able to hear each other due to masks and jackhammers digging up the street outside (oh, yes, lucky me, I’m still vibrating), it was a chill experience.
Welp, I thought I was chill, but by the time I walked home and had to pass a crowd of mostly unmasked millennials drinking at a sidewalk cafe and not socially distancing, I was so nerved out I walked into the house shaking.
Gary was out back.
I tried to act normal. Yeah, good luck with that.
“Ooh, Gar, can you take a picture of my hair?”
I handed him my phone.
“But...”
I sunk down in our snazzy new beach chair.
“Just take a pic. I’m having an anxiety attack.”
Gary took a pic and handed me back my phone.
“Why are you having an anxiety attack? Your hair looks good.”
I stood up and brushed off some leaves from my jeans.
“Not my hair. Omg. I have anxiety from being outside around people not wearing masks! Wait...you just took a pic of me wearing a mask?” I looked down at my phone incredulously.
“Rob, you just told me to take your picture. I tried to tell you but I thought that’s what you wanted. Am I supposed to dress you, too?”
“Oy, I’m so stressed I didn’t even realize I still had it on. I’m losing my fucking mind.”
“Want me to take another pic?”
“Nah. I really just wanted to see what my hair looked like.”
“And a mirror isn’t good because...?”
Grrr. It makes me nuts he doesn’t have an iPhone. He’ll never really understand.
Anyway, that was my excitement for yesterday.
Well, other than blueberry cornbread, which Gary decided to bake while I was out getting my hair done.
It. Was. Delightful. Pictures coming.
Without masks, even.
So all in all, Day 108 was a good one.
Onward!
