Just so you know, I’m something of an expert on isolation.
I’ve been social distancing since Sept 17th of last year.
Not by my own choice, mind.
You lot haven’t even been doing this for a week. That feeling of how is this happening to me?
You never get used to it.
My quarantine routine was imposed on me by society. Not by everyone, mind. I’ve been floored by the support I’ve had. And you know who you are. I love you.
The hugs, the pats on the back. The packages sending love, books, booze. The tears in co-worker’s offices. A friend texting me, making sure I know he hasn’t forgotten.
Some were late to the party. That’s ok too. You can even join the party now if you want. (Just so you know, it’s not much of a party.)
Every little thing counts. Because, when I’m lying awake at night going through the day with a forensic eye.
That hug, that food, that email, that stupid piddling little social media “like,” means everything to me.