Tuesday, August 11th, 2020

I get a text from my landlady in the morning. She asks, once again, if she can get me any groceries. I’ll only be isolated for another couple of days. I could probably make it with what I have. I worry, though, that I might violate some social norm if I turn her down a third time. I give in. I could use some eggs as well as fruit and vegetables. Which fruit and vegetables? I’m tempted to ask her to pick out what looks good, but that would put the burden of choice on her. I’ll go with peaches and green peppers. I’m not a big fan of peaches, but I know they’re in season. I thank her. She sends me an emoji of some sort of plant. I think that means she’s happy. I spend most of the day staring at my screens, working. At dinnertime, I decide to settle down with a book, but I can’t get my eyes to read clearly, no matter which glasses I wear. I wonder if the usual walk from work, when I’m not trying to read anything, helps my eyes relax. I sit down, put on my headphones, and listen to a podcast, eyes closed.