When this is over

When this quarantine’s over, I will ─

 - Go to mass.

It makes me feel guilty how before all this, I don’t go to church on Sundays anymore. The reason being my utter distaste at some of the clergy’s strong, rather inappropriate stance on politics and current events and not because I have gone agnostic or anything.

- Travel.

I don’t care if it’s in or outside the country, but I will. It’s only now I appreciate how fun it is to be actually out there.

- Have a pedicure.

My toes are already demanding social distancing from my ingrown and dry skin.

- Ride a bike.

I want to feel the wind on my face. Hopefully by that time, I wouldn’t have to worry about the air carrying virus-infected droplets.

- Buy a laptop.

In case another pandemic like this ever happen again, I wouldn’t have to worry about working from home because I have a faster, more reliable laptop to use.

- Fine dining alfresco.

Because I just realized that enjoying good food outdoors is one of life’s greatest pleasures.

- Bring my nephews to the park and kiddie playplace.

I don’t want them to suffer from atrophy at a young age because all they do now is watch TV and play games on their cellphones.

Oh God, I can’t wait for this to be over.

We’re on our fifth day of quarantine (fourth day if we talk about the enhanced one), and no one knows how long this will go on. From here to the last day of the lockdown, I would have probably come up with more things that I will do once they lift it.

In the three days I’ve been cooped up in my room I’ve already dyed my hair, wrote two consecutive blog posts, watched the same movie many times on cable (I have no Netflix), read about two chapters of this book (that I got for 50 pesos at a fund-raising activity in the office), mopped and disinfected the floors, among many other less-exciting, mundane things.

Days are surely longer lately. Longer and slower.