Social distance introduced a concept that just got stranger and more discomforting. Every day, a new rule dropped into place. Stand 6 feet apart. Don’t touch your face. Cover your sneeze and cough. Or else!
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.”
Do you have any hand sanitizer?
Suddenly, supplies of anti-septic wipes and hand sanitizer were scarce. People worried about not having any. What happened to soap and water, people?
Social Distance: Wipe every surface! Don’t touch me. Don’t touch your face. Don’t breathe on me. Don’t stand near me (heavy sigh).
How is this going to end? Will we just go back to being dirty? How did you roll? Super-clean or business as usual?
Did you have any rude encounters as you ventured outside for your essential appointments and shopping trips?
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.