By: Gabriela Yareliz
It was prison break, today. Kidding. Well, for some inmates, it really was. That’s beside the point. I left my house! (Despite the inmates). Through the front door; I didn’t roll out of the window (this is a true story, I swear).
I marched out of the door, and I saw the blue water. I saw the blue sky— pale blue like those face masks those bastards hoarded so quick that the rest of us were left with nothing to bedazzle or hang up at the end of this mess.
I saw a barber shop in full swing (everyone wearing the treasured and rare masks). Police were on horse, elderly people were taking advantage of the elder hours at the grocery. People with dogs had their excuse to be outside on the leash. Some little trees were loaded with flowers. Spring!
I participated in a livestream church service and a conference call adult bible study class. We were doing the most, today.
I did another Bible study and FaceTimed with family and my love. There is something about people. When you are an extrovert, being with loved ones injects you with life.
I gave my little green cardigan a break today. I have been wearing that thing like a St. Patrick’s uniform. (Christ with me, Christ before me, Christ behind me, Christ in me, Christ beneath me, Christ above me, etc., etc., the St. Patrick sentiment is real). Christ, be the face mask I don’t have.
Tomorrow, I need to wash my hair. It’s starting to look like the hair in a meth addict mug shot. Our shut down begins tomorrow.
The New York Post has said we all basically have Corona. They need to chill. We don’t need this energy.
My vibe right now: Gwen Stefani’s Sweet Escape. (Milk rap and all). Boom. Woo-hoo, yee-hoo.