I haven’t been driving too much lately — honestly, I’ve never been much of a driver. I take the commuter rail train into work when we’re not in a pandemic. That leaves my car adventures to mostly weekends — I drive to yoga, to Target, to Kohl’s, maybe to the grocery store. Oh, T.J. Maxx! I love going to T.J. Maxx, I’d forgotten about them! Now I want to go there!
OK, I’m rambling, but back on track — there hasn’t been too much driving for me lately, because there is honestly nowhere to go. Most of my normal destinations are closed, and my husband has a darn problem staying in the house, so I try to leave the grocery shopping to him basically so he has something to do. Yes, I am a martyr.
The last time I got in my car was almost two weeks ago when I drove to the center of town and then came right back, didn’t even get out of the car. And wore my slippers, didn’t even bother with real shoes (although I did wear the same slippers to yoga once, by mistake! and no one commented so maybe they’re not too slipper like. Or folks just expect behavior like that from me…). And then the time before that, I drove over to the grocery store for a couple of items and felt like I needed to take a shower after I got home and disinfected my purchases.
So I actually got in my car this evening — it started! And I drove down the street, took a right on our main street to the center of town, and drove back. I was gone maybe 7 minutes (there’s a section of town where the speed limit is actually 20 mph, and I have nowhere to rush to) and drove maybe 2 miles. Even the car was bored with the whole trip when I pulled back into the driveway. And I wore outside appropriate shoes this time. Maybe I’ll go an additional mile tomorrow…
Notes from a Self Quarantine 
Come to my house! We can socially distance. There’s your extra mile!
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