March 20, 2020
Yes, peeing in the sink again.
My beloved Amazon guy came to the house today. No handshake, no regular banter or chit chat. A lazy wave, pass the package over the gate onto my gloved hands, no signature then just a sad-eyed goodbye. Will I ever see him again, probably not.
I kicked the virus-coated Amazon box under the campervan and proceeded upstairs to crack open an inexpensive Bulgarian lager and weep dolefully.