The weather finally started to resemble Spring and Drew spotted Nick across the fence cleaning up his backyard.
“What’s happening?” Drew called out.
Nick stopped what he was doing. “I don’t know about you, but I had to get out of the house. I’m about to lose my mind.”
“I hear that. Being cooped up all this time has really started to take a toll,” said Drew.
“What d’ya mean?” asked Nick.
“I now know forty-seven different songs to sing as I wash my hands.”
“Ah, you mean pandemic survival skills. I developed sixteen new meals just using the leftover ingredients I found in the pantry. That way I don’t have to stand in line waiting to get in the grocery store,” said Nick.
“I trained myself to push the snooze button on my alarm completely by feel. I don’t even have to open my eyes,” admitted Drew.
Nick laughed. “It’s not like we’ve got anything to get up for, right?”
“I’m still working from home, so I made a bunch of new and interesting backgrounds for Zoom. One day I was on stage with Bon Jovi, the next day I swam with a school of orcas,” said Nick.
“It’s good to mix things up. It gives your coworkers something to look forward to,” said Drew.
“I thought so, too, but my boss was not so enthusiastic.”
“Killjoy,” grumbled Drew.
“I know. We’ve got to do something to break the monotony. That’s what makes them survival skills,” added Nick.
“Well,” confessed Drew. “One of my survival efforts wasn’t exactly appreciated, either.”
“What did you do?”
“Homemade masks are big right now.”
“Yeah,” said Nick in anticipation.
“I made one out of my wife’s bra. The cup fit my face perfectly,” explained Drew.
“That’s brilliant,” exclaimed Nick.
“I thought so, too, but Stephanie was mad.”
“Why? It could save your life.”
“What’s what I told her,” said Drew. “She said if I wanted to save my life, I better get out of the house for a while.”
“That explains why you’re out here,” concluded Nick.
“At least it proves you’ve got good survival instincts.”
Drew nodded his head. “It’s the only reason I’m alive right now.”