Home Alone vibes

I was at a gathering a few weeks ago where I asked my friend, who runs an ER, if I was less likely to get sick now that I’m working from home.

He chuckled a bit and told me that I may be MORE prone to sickness now that I’m working from home because I’m not exposed as much.

Gee. Thanks.

Well don’t ya know…

He. Was. Right.

Remember the Christmas gathering last week?

Dang COVID.

I was fighting it hard until it began to fight me.

Mags and I have both been down for the count.

What does one do when one is single and runs out of food?

I decided I had enough energy to drive to the local corner grocery store to get some bread and eggs.

I NEXT to NEVER shop at said grocery store because the prices are sky high (welcome to living out in the wilderness) because they KNOW you need said items.

As I sanitized my cart and tried to get my bearings, I chuckled to myself. Turns out I was the ONLY female amongst a scattering of burly men wearing their flannel and carrying their shopping lists scribbled down by their presumed wife.

I suddenly felt at ease knowing that we were all lost.

As I navigated the produce section and spun around the chicken legs that appeared to have been there for a hot month or two…I came to my senses and realized I was neither there for produce or extra fried chicken.

I limped past the range of mountain men to the frozen food section, it’s all I could think to get to sustain life for the next few days.

After I found some microwave meals, I threw in some bread and eggs because…well…life.

As I fumbled through the last few isles I noticed the Pom Pom on my hat was bouncing up and down knocking on my head. I then looked into my cart and chuckled…

I was SUPER tempted to find a tooth brush, hand it to the cashier (no self check out in the wilderness grocery store) and ask the cashier if it was approved by the ADA.

Happy to report no mountain men followed me home….that day.