I went to Sprouts Market this morning. Other than taking a walk outside with Raphael, I haven't been to a place with other people. So it was strange and a little exhilarating to be shopping. Someone wiped down my cart handle at the entrance. All employees had masks on - a change from the last time we were there. The store was limiting the number of customers inside, so it was not crowded and easy to keep a distance from others.
No, I didn't have to lick my finger to open the produce plastic bags. They were already wet from handling the fresh produce.
Once home, I unpacked outside carefully, wiping down the items. I changed my clothes and washed my hands. Left my shoes out in the sunshine. It’s weird how everything appears the same and safe. I think about finding the right balance between overdoing things obsessively and or being careless.
Neither I nor Raphael can afford to become infected.
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