We are on day 216 of 15 days to slow the spread.
Let’s be clear. I have never discounted the virus, nor have I called it a hoax.
Neither did the President if you’re really being honest, but that’s being more political than I want to be, especially if you read yesterday’s post (you still can).
The fact is the virus is serious. The fact also is that we’ve overreacted and we’ve been given a lot of conflicting information. For example, last week the WHO came out and said lockdowns may not be effective.
A. Lot. Of. Conflicting. Information.
You, dear reader, can rest assured that in addition to being brilliant, the writing here will always be consistent…except when it isn’t.
Yesterday, again you can still read it, I alluded to the fact that there were other reasons that I did not post after Monday of last week.
Without sharing too many details, I was not feeling well last week. It started Saturday morning after our first night at Blood Lake Haunted Trail. More on that in a minute.
By Tuesday, and after looking at several “do I have it” lists, I decided that the prudent course of action was to get tested. Symptoms were mild, but enough that I was concerned. Plus, being my age and being not small are considered high risk categories.
The bottom line? The test was negative.
Socially distanced high fives.
While I think there was some sort of unnamed generic, non-COVID, virus involved, I traced part of it back to opening night on the Blood Lake Trail.
Not that I got sick, but I spent more time 1) outdoors and 2) physically active than I had in months. Standing in the woods for five hours waiting to scare people takes a lot of strength and endurance.
Did I mention my age and size? I think I did.
Turns out that, even with my fairly regular schedule at the gym, an hour a day in the pool is not the same as standing and performing for five hours.
Especially when you add people.
Even though I’m a natural introvert, I’m comfortable acting because in most situations there, that fourth wall that separates you from the audience. Not so on a haunted trail.
Actors and participants alike are instructed to keep a distance but you are still working to get a response from the audience.
Some guests are cool and just take everything in. Some are legitimately scared. And then there are those trying to laugh it off who are the most scared.
NARRATOR: Oh yes, yes, you are.
Anyway, the first night took a toll. I slept in for a good while on Saturday and we were rained out that night. The rest, I’ve outlined.
You have two more weekends to see us there.
I will admit that the concern of the test was, well, concerning. A lot of things would have had to change. Not only would I have had to drop out of the haunted trail, I’ve got my first Santa experience coming up in less than three weeks.
Don’t be a Scrooge. We need a little Christmas, or a lot.
Right this very minute.
Or, looking in the calendar, in about three weeks.
What I’m reading…