It’s Thursday, and that means today is an an early shift. Does that matter? Not at all. People will still come into the store, making comments like “stay safe!” and “you guys are amazing for doing what you’re doing!” while they wander aimlessly around the store, touching everything, before buying a single plug-in air freshener.
Yesterday was a very bad day for Shawshank. He called much earlier than his regularly scheduled time. I’m sure he waited until the earliest time he knew I’d probably be home. He couldn’t pinpoint any particular reason for it, but his anxiety was pretty bad all day. His next court hearing is next week. Neither of us expects anything more than another video hearing. Again, it’s mostly a fear of the unknown that’s stressing him out. Between Covid-19 and a lack of answers about what the process normally entails, he’s largely in the dark.
I really wish I could be there to meet him when he gets out. In some ways, it might be easier for him to handle his anxiety when he’s out because he’ll be able to talk to me whenever he wants. But at the same time, the depression is almost palpable. He’s lost everything, and it’s going to be a very long road back.
Oh well. Not much to be done right now. Time to finish the coffee and get ready for work.
