Day 36 of (mostly) Staying the Fuck Inside.
Got up before dawn again to make my bi-weekly trek into the wild to go hunting and gathering.
Managed to get almost everything on my list, plus bonus toilet paper.
We have reached the stage where Safeway’s delivery window isn’t coinciding with our needs, and InstaCart is tacking on more fees than Ticketmaster. These trips are tiring. Not just because I get up at 4:30 (which, despite lockdown, I do everyday, anyway), but the stress of being out and about, around people, trying to be mindful of space, and constantly looking over my shoulder to make sure others are too. General mood of everyone is a weird mix of solidarity (like the community trauma bonding after the fires) and suspicion.