Day 8 of the Corona Quarantine

We are starting to turn on each other.

Last night, Rita and I interrupted an otherwise lovely dinner to fiercely debate whether resting your head on your fist constituted “touching your face”.  And I mean fiercely.  It may have ended with one of us rubbing the palm of our hand from our forehead to our chin to settle the debate once and for all on what touching your face really looks like.  Did I mention it is only Day 8? 

I also realized yesterday that the small stack of extra facemasks from Rita’s surgery were missing from the bathroom closet where they have been every day for five years.  

Me:  what happened to the leftover facemasks that were in the closet?

R:  What facemasks?

Me:  Do we own a bunch of different facemasks that I might be referring to?

R:  Oh – those!  We need to save those for an emergency so I put them away.   

Me: What’s your definition of an emergency???  Also, where is this “away” that you are referring to?

R: …

So wait…is there a hidden stash of preparedness?  Is there a facemask class system within this population of two??  WHERE ARE THE RESPIRATORS HIDDEN?

Conversely….Rita has been just as proactive in getting me on a new schedule of supplements.  Rita has always been a fan of naturopathic remedies and prevention and we have the wine room pill closet to prove it.  But el corona has broadened the application to the rest of the household. The cat’s vitamins are a blog post unto themselves (you have no idea how hard it is to get the cat to take his vitamin D nasal spray).  My new regiment includes everything imaginable to boost my immune system.  Or maybe…given the fact that I’m looking at weeks in my basement office…we are on the offensive against scurvy.  (Rita has a way of being ahead of these things.)

At least Rita knows me well enough to have ordered all my vitamins/supplements in the form of gummies and suckers.  Some cadre of toddlers are missing out on their vitamin C allotment so I can have my “immuno-pops”.  But these are hard times.  

So clearly, Rita is conflicted between wanting to save my life and wanting to kill me. 

The corona quarantine….everything about your relationship…only more so.