I want to start this out by saying I am not making light of, nor dismissing Covid-19. Shit’s scary and we should all do our part to mitigate its spread.
However, I’m out of work for the next two weeks and want to make the most of this unexpected free time. I have a short story to edit, another to write, and a whole novel I’ve been ignoring for entirely too long.
Now, I know I have a perfectly good office at home. It’s actually a delightful office that makes the house a home for me, but I haven’t been very productive there lately. And, this Covid business is killing small businesses. I have lots of favorite spots in town that I want to support, while being as socially distant as I can manage.
So, here I am, at my favorite coffee shop by day, cocktail bar by night, drinking black coffee and attempting to get some work done. It’s crazy how empty downtown is. The only other person in the bar is a guy reading in the comfy chairs. And that’s when it occurred to me that, as awful as this virus is, it really does make things pretty ideal for us introverts. All our favorite places are empty, everything is quiet and the crowds are all at the grocery stores. Even if we do happen to share a space, there’s so much distance between us that we don’t even have to acknowledge one another’s existence. Reader Guy gets his corner and I get mine. It’s a win-win!
If the governor doesn’t force all restaurants and bars to close, then I’ll be here every morning, drinking black coffee and attempting to get some work done. I need to stick to some sort of routine, otherwise I’ll go crazy. I’m trying to avoid that cabin fever feeling for as long as I can.
Wish me luck.