Please Keep Your Germy Mail - Love, Your High Risk Family and Friends

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It's Saturday.

That means it's laundry day (in a communal space - it's a lot of anxiety - so much so that we alternate our Calm Down and Exhale the Bullshit candles accordingly.)

This also means it's mail day.

Going out to do laundry and get the mail is a whole process (for Tara because there is no way I could accurately carry mail and disinfect Greenie and myself enough.) 

She masks up.  Switches shoes.  Switches carts.  Asks me to move a kitchen chair and the garbage nearby so she can dispose of junk mail quickly and easily.  Coming back means swapping everything again.  (Including new socks) and copious amounts of hand-washing.  

We disinfect our apartment surfaces daily.  Our packages sit in package quarantine labeled with Post-It's according to what they're packaged in and when they will be safe to open.

We are high risk.  We live in a high risk building.  Tara's not been out since mid-March.  I have not been out since the beginning of February.  There is a reason for that.

[Tonia, left, and Tara, right, modeling new summer-themed masks.  April, 2020]

All that being said:  Please do not send us holiday mail if you KNOW for a fact you've been sick with The Thing.  (If you don't know which Thing I mean, just Google "pandemic" and you'll get the idea.)  

We don't want your germs.  We're doing everything we possibly can to stay healthy over here, we don't need people sending us their germy holiday greetings.  

If you're super into the holiday spirit, and you've been sick, share your greetings online.  

For the love of Pete, I did not think a post like this was necessary.  But apparently it is.  (Because today, alone, it happened twice.)

If you love us, please protect us.

Wear a mask.  

Don't gather in groups.  

And please don't send your high-risk family and friends mail, if you know you've had The Thing.

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