Today is the four month anniversary of when I started my volunteer quarantine for this coronavirus pandemic. I haven’t gone out much these last four months except to pick up deliveries and check my mail. Been fortunate that I had a couple neighbors help with my laundry and apartment cleaning. I am starting to get more mobile again as I have fewer aches and pains. Even the mornings aren’t too bad if I just give myself a couple minutes to loosen my muscles after sleeping.
Haven’t had any symptoms of the virus yet. There have been dozens of people in my town who have been sick. Mentally I am sometimes stressed. Glad I don’t have much for paranoia these days. Summers can be tough for me to begin with, especially August and early September. I think it’s helped that I limit my time on social media and limit my exposure to regular news. I get most of my news online instead of regular cable channels. I do occasionally watch Bloomberg online via youtube. But that is more business and tech news than anything.
I keep in contact with friends and family on a daily basis. Talked to my nephews and niece this afternoon. They are visiting the grandparents right now. I sometimes envy my parents being so close to the rest of the family and living in a larger area with more options for medical care, entertainment, etc. But I probably couldn’t enjoy much of this as I no longer have a car. I still have my drivers’ license but I haven’t driven in almost a year. I just got too much sensory overload and I didn’t feel like I was safe operating a car. Besides, I’ve rediscovered the joy of staying at home, eating home cooked meals, and hosting guests in my own home as a result.
Haven’t watched much new for tv. Did finish Upload on Amazon a few weeks ago. Been listening to audiobooks quite a bit. Started a new video game, well new to me anyway. Been working on Final Fantasy 15 for the last few days. I like games like that and Skyrim. They are a good change up from the Civilization, Total War, and Sim City games that are my usual fare.
My best friend from college and his wife are expecting their second child in less than two weeks. They have a two year old daughter. And my oldest nephew will be taking his drivers’ license test in a few days. It’s fun watching these kids grow up and develop traits and personalities of their own. Yet I am thankful I didn’t have children of my own, at least with my mental illness. Maybe I could have made a decent father and husband had I never become schizophrenic. I’ll never know. I rarely dwell on the ‘what could have been’, certainly not like I did ten years ago. The only times I do the what if game is when I am in a mental breakdown. Glad those don’t happen very often, usually only a few times per year. As it is, if I can’t be a father and husband, I can do the next best thing and be a great friend, a great uncle, and a great son to my parents. Even as a middle aged man getting a few gray hairs in my beard, I will always be my mom and dad’s son.