YOU no longer mark the calendar by social events, but by how many times the GCQ (general community quarantine) has been returned to ECQ (enhanced community quarantine).
Except for forays out of the house to replenish your survival kit (food, cellphone load, drinking water and medicine), you’re a homebody now. These are the telltale signs:
- Staring at the wall is your new hobby.
- Staring at the wall and looking at the wall clock is your second hobby.
- You jump with joy when you see a mobile ATM van parked at the barangay
hall quadrangle.
- Facebook, YouTube and other online babies are no longer just for fun. They are now your real world.
- You spend too much on food delivery service.
- You play Mobile Legends almost all day to escape your cramped boardinghouse and the racket the renter next room is making.
- You watch the clouds from the porch with your kid. And you do see little horsies prancing in the sky.
- You value your smartphone. It is not a gadget. It is a bridge to the universe.
- You’re on first name basis with the frontliner dude who reminds people to mind social distancing at the street market.
- Conversations used to center on fashion, dining out, new restos, concerts. But now it circles around food supply, Covid-19 and ECQ.
- And male cats fighting over territorial rights interest you. You bet with your housemate on which feline will emerge the victor. You ante on the veteran brown tabby. Your mate settles for the ginger tabby, a young stalwart. Feline fur clouds the air. Growls and snarls follow. After a flurry of claw swipes, my brown tabby stalks off. He loses. I lose. I pay the cheap bet: Make three-cheese spaghetti dinner.
Bored? You bet. But don’t. You’re going to lose.