Being an accounting of the recent and continuing pandemic and its various circumstances, from the perspective of an inhabitant of the regions lately called the Lost Quarter. Dates unknown.
Day Eighty Three
A family gathering under the quarantine laws is an admittedly strange affair. Just by doing so we all realize we are not following the protocols to their exact letter, at least in the Lost Quarter. But every jurisdiction has rules that are slightly different and it is hard to keep straight just what is allowed and what isn’t. One is permitted to go into a restaurant, but not to see one’s family at each other’s homes? How strange to feel like a law breaker when all we are doing is seeing our siblings and parents.
We were guarded and uncertain when we first came together, hesitant to do anything that might cause alarm. A cough is no longer just a cough after all. But after a time we all were able to relax and enjoy the evening. A necessary one I think, for one can only bear so much time apart from friends and family before one begins to feel the lack of it desperately. There is risk in doing this, but there is risk in secluding ourselves as well. We need our strength to be able to endure the long months ahead, and that comes from each other. The dread lord is not defeated, and we cannot be alone forever.