Day 975 of the coronavirus lockdown.
It seems that my daily walk with my rifle doesn't cheer me up much any longer.
I haven't seen other human in months. After society disintegrated after the economy collapsed, it all went sideways.
I plan on walking around five miles today. It's what I normally do. I remember reading online (when we still had the Internet) that walking daily was good for you.
It's not so much the exercise that I crave. It's human companionship. I am alone and lonely.
I keep expecting to find someone else out here in the Colorado countryside, but no. I find no one.
Every time I go to a house and cautiously open it up to see what's inside, I find not a soul. Bodies? Sure. I've seen plenty of them, especially the ones that couldn't take the loneliness and offed themselves.
But now? This many days out? Not a soul. It's so quiet.
Sometimes I scream out loud to try to alleviate the pressure in my head, but it doesn't.
And no matter how much time I spend in the sun as one of my natural remedies, it doesn't help my depression.
Maybe I will meet someone out here soon. I need to, before I completely lose my mind.
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-Rob