Never assume, it makes an ...

     It has been a very long month in an Airbnb for oh-so-many reasons, including the fear of getting sick and stranded and seeking healthcare in Floriduh. When I booked the room, I made two assumptions, both incorrect. The first, that since I was renting the owner's room, he was gone, and the next, that since there were no Airbnb house listings, people were here long-term or not at all.

     Instead, the reality has been that the greedy (hoax-believing) owner has been living in a back room, and somehow filling 4 bedrooms with a stream of people from various places. So, while I have a comfy room with my own fridge, so I don't have to go near the kitchen, I have been sharing a bathroom with 4 people, and it's been freaking me out. While demanding "social distancing" and avoiding all but one gal I know here, the daily routine of flossing and contact wear has become a great fear! Luckily, I love being dirty, so a weekly shower in flip-flops coupled with "bird baths" is just enough, thank you.  

     If you've seen Florida in the news, you know how utterly absurd it is here. I've stayed off the beach as there are too many people with no common sense. I've bulk shopped so I limit my market visits where no one is adhering to distancing and few are wearing masks. But, my daily sanity has been cycling and walking for hours in places where I have control. Yes, I've also been studying French, taking an online course, watching a few good TV series, and catching up with people, but living in one room has me pondering a remake of One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest. 

Nevertheless, it's day 27 and I'm healthy. Better yet, in just three days, I begin the long 2-day drive to Baltimore for a stay at a delightful apartment (solo!) with infinite thanks to "my Maryland family". So indeed, there will be another story!