it's the little things

Mike, from Frank's Window Cleaning, comes over to wash my windows. It's been two years; I can barely see out of them.

But before he comes, I ask M, "What if he wants to use my bathroom? Should I let him?" We decide no, but fortunately he doesn't ask.

I go the bank to get money so I can pay Mike in cash. It's a beautiful, sunny day. I run out without a coat. But I do remember to wear gloves. Winter cashmere gloves.

The bank clerk laughs and suggests maybe I should get clear gloves. I'm the only one, by the way, wearing them.

While I'm at the bank, a friend texts me a picture at Costco. This is the line waiting to get in. I guess people want to be prepared with enough goods to last — not two weeks as recommended — but a lifetime.

By 10:15, Mike is done.  He's done an amazing job. I can finally see clearly our new strange world.

It looks the same... but we all know it isn't.