Just when you think it’s safe to step outside, and make a daring raid to the local shops for necessities. Covid reminds you, it ain’t over till the fat lady sings. And, as the fat lady could well be me, there ain’t that much singing going on around here.
Yesterday, masked and cautious, saw us make an early morning trip to the local pharmacy for essentials, including milk, as we’d run out. I say early, it was a Sunday, so early was 10 am. And, even by then, it was already 26 degrees and climbing. The humidity made for a sticky walk there and back again.
While out we passed our local restaurant that had been closed recently due to covid restrictions. We were happy to see it back open but, to our horror, saw it was full (windows closed thankfully due to the heat). And, while we had no intention of going inside at any point to sit down and eat, we were happy because it meant, on this really sweltering day, we could order take out for delivery later.
So, at just after 5pm, we ordered online.
And waited. And waited. And waited. It was after 7 when the OH masked up to walk the three blocks to the corner on the other side of our local park to see what was going on. We had been trying to call them for a good 20 minutes at this point.
I got a text from the OH, it read: “Ryna Closed! Covid outbreak!!!”
I still feel a little sick thinking about all the people that must have eaten there, throughout the day, yesterday.
Covid is far from over and keeps reminding us, keep wearing that mask!