Today we jimmied our ankle bracelets and broke out of house arrest. Don’t tell anyone.
No, no, we’re no longer in house arrest, having completed our 14-day, border-crossing-triggered, symptom-free quarantine a full eight days ago, but even with an occasional masked trip to the few stores still open — grocery, drug, liquor — it feels remarkably like we did something wrong.
When today broke cool-but-sunny after several days of grey-and-rainy (and the promise of more of that to come), we drove out into the country. The leaf-free scenery reminded me of why we try to stay away from Ottawa until as late in April as possible.
Our nominal excuse for the trip was to check on a friend’s vacant house, although I admit I had wild thoughts of seeing some birds. Birds there were none, though, with the exception of one wild turkey ambling across the road, but there were other things to see that at least looked different from the inside of my house.