Don’t Touch Your Face!
Instead of saying, “Bless you,” after hearing a sneeze, every head near enough to be dusted with droplets, turned, and clocked the offender with a disapproving look. “Hey! Don’t spread the Covid.”
The game I call Demon Spotting developed over time as I worked through emotional entanglements and confusing break-ups. My misery became code words. Code words became mat drills. Mat drills became winning combinations. And my confusion lifted. Consider this your invitation to play. Clarity is freedom.
Instead of saying, “Bless you,” after hearing a sneeze, every head near enough to be dusted with droplets, turned, and clocked the offender with a disapproving look. “Hey! Don’t spread the Covid.”
Social distance. No gyms. No entertainment. No bars or sitting together in restaurants. So strange!
It got weird when a couple of dudes stole a pallet of toilet paper. 600 rolls!
The coronavirus changed everything. Now, I can hear my internal Doomsday Clock ticking.