More or less for the past week, I have been on my own.
The Ravishing Mrs. TB, Nighean Bhean, and Nighean Dhonn are off adventuring (they offered for me to come too, but frankly at the cost of pet care, someone has to stay home unless it is an amazing vacation) and Nighean Gheal is finishing up here internship. Thus it a rather mixed assembly of myself, Poppy The Brave, A, I-Bun and Joy the rabbits, and the fish.
I am not much of a goer in the best of times: on the whole I am not a fan of people or crowds and will tend to stay away from both. My store visits are down to bare minimum because frankly, other than groceries and the occasional stop at the Used Book Store or the Big Box Home Store, there is little enough that I need (that could not otherwise be procured online). But being home this week has made me realize how much the Post Plague World has changed my interactions with people.
In the last twelve months, I have been in to the office precisely twice - where before I would have been every day. Our church reopened a month or two ago; for various reasons I have not been back. I visit the gym at least three to five times a week, train in Iai another three times a week, and volunteer at the rabbit shelter once a week. But if none of those things happen, I am simply at home.
With no-one here, it amazing how isolated it seems. In the middle of a suburban area, no less.
I see people walking by with their dogs or with others. I wave to Neighbor S across the street. I walk Poppy the Brave and we occasionally get close to others, but always veer to the other side of the street (or they do. Poppy can be a bit "enthusiastic"). But their voices are muted or not spoken at all and the times we walk - early morning or later in the evening - shade faces and reactions.
I do not note this as a particularly good or bad thing; it is just a thing. The stress from not having to deal with people is largely removed, for which I am grateful; by and large the people I see and associate with are the people I want to do so with (the gym being the exception of course, where most exist in a bubble that acknowledges the other in a general sense). And in a lot of ways I am a home body: I would generally rather be home than out.
To be fair, I continue to have a fair amount of interactions - all electronic of course. I have to call/e-mail/chat for work, and I have Uisdean Ruadh that I call, and the one or two friends I chat with online - and all of you, of course. But face to face time has become an extremely rare occurrence.
The one interesting thing to me about this is that you had said to me in July 2019 that this would be the nature of my life, I would have heartily laughed at you. No way, I would have said, that I would do my job and run my life almost never going out of my home.
Funny how quickly things can change.