So, when the alarm woke me up at 10 (I went to sleep around 1:40, and I'm sure I would have slept later than 10 if not for the alarm clock ... which means that I needed sleep bad, and I got it), I had the whole day to myself. I decided going into yesterday that I was going to eat at Boomin' BBQ, a food truck parked next to a craft brewery store and that I was finally going to tackle the receipts in my pants. But I decided it was finally time to exercise. And since I was going to be up in Brooklyn Park, I was going to both get tested for COVID-19 and see if ******a is still around and, maybe, give me a massage.
It's been months since I got tested for the virus. I was fully vaccinated as of mid-May, so why would I need to? Well, all this talk about fully-vaccinated folks getting infected and sick has freaked me the hell out. (I'll be honest: I really thought the vaccine was going to stop infection. Getting sick from COVID-19 after vaccination, even if the symptoms are manageable enough where you just stay in bed, seems like a raw deal to me.) It may not alter my behavior, but what if I do have COVID? I may not feel it, but if I do have a positive, it'll make me at least think twice about going out in public. Besides, I kind of, well, missed getting a test.
So I went up to the abandoned market that serves as the testing site. But when I got there, the place was padded up. I thought I saw on the news that many other sites were closing up, but not this one. Maybe this was an abrupt change? But I just checked the state COVID-19 website. They have shortened their hours. They now open, all seven days, at 11 in the morning. I got there about a half-hour before then.
Seeing as now they in all likelihood are open kind of blows up the tie-in theme to this blog post, but I'll push forward with it anyway.
My next destination was ******a's place, which was five minutes away. She had been going through some things the last time I saw her, but I was hoping she would either text me back or return my calls since our last conversation. Instead, she's been a ghost. And I wonder if she is ghosting me.
So, I drove to her apartment complex. Well, more like drove past. I wasn't going to knock on her door. I was just going to see if I caught her somehow out of her apartment. She does chores sometimes. Sometimes, she's sunning herself -- she's a sun worshipper. But when I drove past, I didn't not see her. All I saw was her outside windows completely shuddered, and with a combination of cloth curtains and papers pushed up against the windows mish-mash style. I couldn't help but notice all the other exterior windows; they all had vertical blinds. ******a doesn't. It's a sign of someone who, well, either doesn't see the use in spending money on blinds or is hurting in some way. In fact, I wonder if she has just walled herself in from the outside world, and isn't coming out until ... well, I don't know what will finally get her outside. Honestly, I'm kind of scared as to what her current mental state is.
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