Three days ago there was a knock on the door. Would it be the testers. Comming to find if you HAD IT and if you did cart you away to a cell in solitude. Today we are now opening the box that the delivery person left at our door. IT was extremely relieving that it was not the testers.
Now out of package quarantine, we opened the box. It was our lockdown bunker supplies. A summers supply of sourdough.
Outside the devel dust started to fall. I am responsable for the ignorance that landed me here. And now with the enimy dust outside I had to deal with my decisions.
“Should we go for a ride today”, a voice said as I cam out of my denial meditation.