Flip Flop Time

The sun came out today! And even though I had a video to finish editing this morning and three parties this afternoon and evening, I prioritized squeezing in a pedicure. I love flip flop weather, which I consider to be anything above 45 degrees, so I was anxious to get my toes in presentable condition.

I assumed the salon would be packed, but when I got there and asked if they could take a walk-in, the place was a ghost town. As I settled into my pedicure chair some tumbleweed blew by. I couldn’t understand how the first beautiful day we’ve had in months wouldn’t bring out droves of women wanting to tidy up the paws and claws. Then it dawned on me—coronavirus.

I’m not much of an alarmist and while I pay attention to the news (yes, I know someone was diagnosed in Lexington, KY yesterday) I refuse to give into the hysteria. I’ve done enough research to know that the mortality rates are really only scary for the elderly and those with compromised immune systems, much like the flu. I also know that you can take every precaution and still get infected. So, I enjoyed my peaceful pedicure and decided to add on a manicure too, feeling pretty smug about how I’m more informed than the people who are freaking out unnecessarily.

As we were finishing up my manicure I made the mistake of looking around and thinking about all the hands that had touched the table and lamp. And am I certain the nail clippers were disinfected properly? What about the door handles and the pen at the register?

So in the course of a 30 minute manicure I flip flopped from corona skeptic to full-blown hypochondriac. I signed my receipt, took a pump or three of hand sanitizer, and headed out the door, which I opened with my elbow.

Then the sun hit my face and I flip flopped once again to the carefree gal I tend to be. If we’re all going to die in two weeks, we may as well enjoy this beautiful day while we can. Carpe diem, baby!

Now go wash your hands!