One Pill Makes You Happy.....

I'm traveling tomorrow  The whole world is moving toward homebound self sufficiency for a week or two and I'm getting on a plane to go to museums and shows and restaurants land music in venues filled with other human beings.

Some of those humans are sure to be vectors for Covid19. I'll bring my sanitizing wipes and wash my hands and try as hard as I can to keep my hands away from my face, because that's what the experts tell me to do. 

As George Stephanopoulos asked Ben Carson today, where is the plan? 

I don't think my son plans on my being quarantined in his apartment; giving it up for a few days vacation is quite enough for him to offer and for me to accept. Are there plans to cancel air travel?  Being sequestered with the world's best grandchildren and their parents is our idea of heaven; being stuck, alone, in Big Cuter's studio, is somewhat less attractive.  

Of course,  he does have an exceptionally well curated library, double stacked on floor to ceiling bookcases. History, philosophy, fantasy and scifi, from Herodotus through Scalzi, with a detour through Calvin and Hobbes, he's read them all and I've read many. But sitting alone has never been my forte.  Even all those words wouldn't be enough company, unless I got sick. I want to be alone when I don't feel well. I dont like muss or fuss.  Just let me moan and groan at the unfairness of it all and don't try to help. 

So that was my wild tangent this evening. I went round and round, my guts tightening,  spinning scenarios designed to terrify.  There is nothing terrifying to what I'm doing. There's just a little bit of agita going around right now and I'm susceptible to that when it's floating in the air.

Travel makes me anxious in a good way , too. The excitement,  the physical racing of blood in my veins, the wonder of the unknown all compete with terror. Where it comes from is a mystery,  but it's there and it's not doing anything useful. 

There is a solution which allows me to be polite and loving and free of worry. It does not impair my functioning,  it removes obstacles to my success.

So,  when I've packed 3 different bags 3 times each trying  to meet United's size restrictions and come out of the closet with a disheartened look, my sweetie knows just what I need.

The rest of the evening was lovely. I got everything done, and I was pleasant the whole time.