Description: Adventures in the Jewelry Biz
Adventures in the Jewelry Biz
Most mornings, I’m awoken by my son, who is four months old. Lately, that means it’s somewhere between 4 and 6 a.m. When I’m on morning duty, I change him and feed him. For a few sweet hours, I can pretend life is normal. As I get ready for work, a familiar sense of dread slowly builds. My husband is working from home, so I do my best to focus on the time we have together and be grateful. If not for the pandemic, he’d leave the house at 6:30 to get to work by 7, and I’d be wrangling the baby and our pets wh
I drop off my son at my parents’ house, breeze down the empty freeway and pull up to the store. I take a few sips of water and put on my masks, a cloth one with a surgical mask stuck inside. If It’s a Saturday, the busiest day of the week, I wear an N95 with a surgical mask layered over it. Doubling up masks makes the loops pull my ears forward, giving me the appearance of some kind of apocalyptic elf. By the end of the day, I’ll have a bad headache from the constant pulling. I walked around my house the ot