Being quarantined at home isn’t everything it’s cracked up to be.
I should know, having just come off a 14-day home isolation stint.
I kept telling myself: You’re doing your part in slowing the spread of the coronavirus, plus you’re minimizing the chances of catching the virus yourself.
If only I knew what I was getting into.
You soon discover that staying home with the bride 24/7 for two weeks is asking a lot. No man should be put under that kind of pressure, that kind of duress. Frankly, the movie “Misery” comes to mind. Honest.
It’s unhealthy, for one; two, it’s akin to walking the gangplank.
Third, after so many days, you’ve literally become a zombie, not responsible for your actions. Still, you’re held accountable to an iron-fisted judge – your wife.
It’s no wonder you become robotic, operable by command only, silenced at night, washed and fed regularly.
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