I’m worried about myself. At first I posted here maybe once a week. Then a couple times a week. Recently I’ve been writing stuff on Cycle365 almost every other day, but today marks my third day in a row. What next? Two or three times a day?
I promise to back off before that happens. But, here’s the thing: the isolation from the Coronavirus has pushed me into writing like never before. I practice social distancing, so writing has become about my only connection to the outside world. Thank goodness for e-mail, text messaging, and my cycling sites. Sure, I have Diggity and The Feeshko to talk to in person, but man does not live by talking to his dog and wife alone. And, as exemplified by the picture at the top of the page, even they are getting bored with stories of my relationship to Mohammed Ali and Hunter S. Thompson.
Yesterday, my social distancing was ramped up even more. I had just fired up the grill to barbeque some chicken, when my next door neighbor stepped out of his house to tell me that he, his wife, his brother, his co-worker, his daughter, and her boyfriend had all tested positive for the Covid.
I wished them the best of luck, maintained a distance of at least 30-feet, and asked if the Feeshko and I could help by picking up groceries or medicine or anything else for them and dropping it off on the front porch.
After that short conversation, I suddenly got a little paranoid. My throat felt a little scratchy, but it went away. I coughed. I had to clear my throat a few times. I felt a little tired. There could be no reason for any of those symptoms, I thought, other than COVID-19.
In my reasonable brain, I knew I was an acceptable distance from him. I knew it would take a few days for the virus to manifest itself. But sometimes one’s UN-reasonable brain takes over and sends all kinds of crazy thoughts to mess with one’s head. Damn it all, I was sure I was getting the Covid and I was going to spread it to my wife and dog. I quarantined myself in the Gregroom for the next five hours until I needed to come upstairs for a root beer.
After a good night’s sleep I felt pretty good today, but I still imagined some kind of sinus issue. I determined that only a bike ride could take my mind off this little bout with hypochondria. So I went out in search of a couple more collections. It worked! I no longer feel any Covid symptoms, but I do feel anxiety in not being able to find anything as cool as a herd of elephant seals.
See you later. Hopefully not later today.