The Last Normal Day

How was Friday the 13th the last normal day? It seems like a really long time ago too. My hair is to my shoulders. I’ve not let it grow this long for a few years now. My dining room table is still my work desk, and I sit at it most of the time. I’ve not seen any people except the package and grocery delivery people, and that’s usually just the backside of them walking away. I hear that things have started opening up, or rather people are forcing the reopening of things. They got bored, they think that it’s time to go back and try to forget about what has been happening. I guess we’ll see if Friday the 13th was truly the last normal day or if we can go back. I’m not optimistic about things yet. It feels like it’s to soon, but it also feels like being in a comfortable prison. I can stand it a bit longer, it’s nearly summer and there are good things to look forward to.