The crud is still lingering and since I last world has turned upside down and yet remained the same. Still sitting at the same desk, writing on the same laptop computer, married to the same good man, with same daughter and family and friends. It's just that there is this sickness that is spreading and business are closing and people aren't traveling and going places and meeting face to face. All the schools have been closed for a week. The library has been closed for more than a week. I've gone in a few times, but felt guilty as I know I am not completely well. The worst thing I did was get my haircut. My symptoms don't match the illness that is crowding the hospitals and killing people. But it is still sickness and the world doesn't need one more person sharing germs.
I do wonder how this will play out. China is on the other side of the curve. Italy is overwhelmed with overcrowded hospitals and lack of supplies. So is New York City. No one knows for sure how many people really have the disease as there aren't enough tests available to test everyone with symptoms. And people carry the disease for weeks before they even have symptoms. So obviously, it will get worse, before it gets better.
In another few weeks will I know someone who has died from this? Will it come to our house? There is a lot to be afraid of, a lot to lose. It was all always transitory, everything is, but there's been a part where it felt predictable. This doesn't feel that way. Too many unknowns, but to act as if we are about to lose everything will make it all worse. We just need to do what we are doing, living each minute. Eating our food, buying more tonight. Going for walks. Knitting. Camp might get cancelled. School might restart over the summer. We might lose more than we ever dreamed of. But the house is mostly paid for. As is the car. The biggest things we have to lose are one-another.
I do wonder how this will play out. China is on the other side of the curve. Italy is overwhelmed with overcrowded hospitals and lack of supplies. So is New York City. No one knows for sure how many people really have the disease as there aren't enough tests available to test everyone with symptoms. And people carry the disease for weeks before they even have symptoms. So obviously, it will get worse, before it gets better.
In another few weeks will I know someone who has died from this? Will it come to our house? There is a lot to be afraid of, a lot to lose. It was all always transitory, everything is, but there's been a part where it felt predictable. This doesn't feel that way. Too many unknowns, but to act as if we are about to lose everything will make it all worse. We just need to do what we are doing, living each minute. Eating our food, buying more tonight. Going for walks. Knitting. Camp might get cancelled. School might restart over the summer. We might lose more than we ever dreamed of. But the house is mostly paid for. As is the car. The biggest things we have to lose are one-another.