Crazy Routine




We had already returned from our trip and spent 2 weeks in self-isolation (well, not completely), and rarely went out in those 2 weeks when we (my daughter and myself) returned from Jakarta. 
During those two weeks, we slowly built our routine of entering home, whenever we stepped out. 






1st. Someone from the inside would open the door and spray the other person outside with an alcohol liquid. 
2nd. Take off the SHOES.
3rd. Wash the HANDS with soap and water.
4th. Remove the jacket, pants and masks to be air-dried in the balcony. 
5th. Wash the HANDS AGAIN. 
6th. Disinfect the PHONE.
7th REST. 

 This had become our set rules while entering the apartment. Not only did we disinfect ourselves, but each and every package, grocery bag, umbrella, would be disinfected and left at the entrance of the door, to be touched and put in place after 12 hours. 


How crazy can one get? Well, we got crazy and why not! It is a crucial time to think and be completely mindful of what you touch, and who is touching you.







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