This morning, after virtual yoga, I left the house.
Starbucks, bank, drop off supplies at the bird rescue.
I pulled into the lot of my local Starbucks drive through. The line snakes differently every time I am there but after three weeks I can estimate. It looks like a good 30 minutes to me. There is, however, a sign that says they are doing curbside pick up if you use the app. So I parked. I have never used the app before because I always have my own mug. It took a few minutes to pin down my regular order but I got it, and Favorited it, and walked across the lot, through the drive through line, to the curb. It took a couple of minutes, standing in the cold, but it worked.
Drive through line at the bank was no different. And then I dropped the supplies – a ton of newspaper and some toys – at the rescue.
On my way back, I was stopped at a light and drinking my coffee and a Doors song came on the radio. Transport to high school. And I thought that maybe I’d like to just keep driving. Is cruising around allowed in a pandemic? I’m not breathing near anyone. But where would I go?
I wondered if the Mars Cheese Castle was doing curbside pickup. Oh! Or Fair Oaks Farms. Someplace that would take a good chunk of time to get to, but have some kind of purpose. As in, “We’re on a Mission from God.”
The light turned green and I cruised home.