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My 1yr Covid Lockdown-versary
The above picture is from my last visit to a Starbucks to sit and write. I had my service dog, Luna, with me. It turns out I am wearing the same pair of pants today as I was that day.
Those pants may be the only constant between that last pre-Covid quarantine writing session and today’s.
Well, no. That’s not true. My dog is still here, though without her regular outings, she has lost some of her public access training skills. She’d only recently exited her formal training and become my office service dog. So, yeah, we’ll need to revisit some training when it is really, truly safe to be out and about in public again. Not long ago I read a story about a blind woman who had to retire her guide dog early due to Covid’s quarantine and, because of that same quarantine, had discovered guide dog training services to be for the most part shut down. So, as frustrating as it is to consider having to return to some earlier training with Luna, I’m counting myself as lucky to still have her here, able to help as she does.
The last time I was at my day job was in January.
I was there to give building access to the fire alarm company for their alarm checks. A noisy affair consisting of setting off each individual fire alarm, one at a time. I’m not a fan of being in the building during these, but it was utterly and miserably cold…
