Well, it’s day 2345 of quarantine. The days blend together. Weekends aren’t as special as they used to be, as I am basically wearing my Saturday and Sunday uniform (pajamas, tank top) in any day that ends in a “y”. As with a lot of people, my anxiety levels have definitely increased, especially at the grocery store. What used to be a leisurely errand has become a CIA mission. Put on your protective gear, get in, avoid being too close to people, and get out. The only ones who have really “won” during this pandemic are dogs. They get their owners home 24/7, still get to enjoy their outdoor walks, and receive extra attention from their owners (although Gant always seems to have that “Get away from me” expression as we try and pick him up or get up so close to his face and stare at him. Yes, we…

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