May 2022. This is a post from the beginning of the pandemic. It’s been sitting in my draft folder for more than two years now. I am publishing it without revising, so please excuse its first-draft form.
Grocery store hours continue to thwart me. I checked online and in the newspaper and WinCo’s hours were listed as opening at 7am. I drove out there, arrived just before 7, only to find a note on the door that they opened at 8.
I drove 11 miles back home and shopped at Fred Meyer. It was more expensive, but at least I got to shop. The shelves were stocked, with large gaps where things were missing. Three pound bags of onions were not to be found, but individual onions were plentiful. Baker potatoes? Completely gone. No individual potatoes, no bag of potatoes of any size. Yellow and red potatoes were available and abundent.
It was hard for me to stick to my list. I wanted to buy everything I was going to need. But I’m trusting that supply chains will remain more or less intact and that I will be able to access food in grocery stores.
People were nice, and patient and that was good, but I worry how long that will last. We’re not even really one full week in.
I’m still wrapping up work things, so I spent most of the non-grocery shopping part of the day on that. I’d like to have a good sit down session about what I want for this period of unemployment.
My insomnia has come back in full force. I’m not feeling a lot of feelings right now because I am very tired. This is rather handy, but I’d take waves of sadness and anxiety washing over my well-rested body than this vibration of alertness that won’t let me go.
Tomorrow is Saturday and Matt and I have decided to make our Saturday ritual be to purchase a frozen pizza and something dessert-y to begin our evening date. I’m guessing our dates will involve playing board games, watching movies, and reading aloud from our read-aloud books. But the pizza will be a nice break from our home being a shared co-working space.
