This is my first Dispatch From Biosphere Station Moore.
Tuesday, June 9th, 2020.
Earlier this year, on March 17th, my car died.
Died.
For good.
On March 18th the Covid-19 quarantine was put into effect.
As a result, a good news/bad news situation developed:
The Good News.
Having no working vehicle the day the quarantine began, effectively sealed our house hermetically, denying entry to Covid-19.
With no means of transportation, I could not now accidentally bring the virus inside were I to go out.
Automatically, my mom, who is now eighty, and a prime candidate for contracting the virus, was saved. For that, I am happy and thankful.
Everyday.
The Bad News.
I have not stepped out of our house since.
Even if I could, I’d still risk contracting Covid-19, and then so would my mom.
And I can’t have that happen.
Because of that, my mom and I have been in 100% self-quarantine ever since.
So, with an embarrassment of free time on my hands, I’m going to be blogging regularly – maybe more so than before.
There’s quite a bit to cover:
The joys of distance-learning.
The time-intensive, yet unclear texting relationship with a younger woman I’d never physically met.
My mental breakdown when I realized I was suffering from severe isolation.
My mom finally becoming a mother.
The quick trip in the bed of a friend’s truck to sign my teacher’s contract – my first, and so far, only expedition out into the World.
Then George Floyd gasped out, “I can’t breathe” on video – and things got darker …
I hope you continue reading so we can all continue to learn and grow.
Please take care of yourselves.
Marc.
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