I might do more longer walks in places where I know I can always be at least six feet from other people, or can get there in a hurry (see: yesterday); my one attempt at a short walk near my house resulted in passing six people over two lots of land, but that may have been a timing issue as much as a geography issue.

I haven't been to a physical store in probably close to two weeks; Dad's been doing all of the grocery shopping, and our fridge and freezer are both stuffed full enough that I don't think me going would really add much (aside from maybe a few of my favorites). I'll probably break down and go when I run out of my favorite cranberry juice, but only because Dad doesn't know how to pick out the kind I like from the five other nearly identical kinds. Which is fair.

Rassa-frassa pandemic, making my anxiety brain go 'round in circles...