It’s Saturday morning. A time when my blog entries normally focus on my birds flying around my room, cuddling kittens and sipping coffee in bed trying to forget the stress of the week.
The vernal equinox came and went and I didn’t even acknowledge it.
My normal two-week schedule at the office is 75 hours as a salaried development officer in a human services non-profit. I worked 86 and am trying not to add more hours this weekend.
Our CEO made the decision to close our buildings completely for the next week, assuming our facilities have been exposed to the Covid-19 virus. So we will be working from home.
I love working from home, so that’s not an issue for me.
And in general, the pandemic brings me a sense of calm. The empathetic side of me relishes the slow down of the world. It brings me peace.
The only real worry I have right now is my right foot. I thought I had a splinter. My daughter, whose eyesight is way better than mine, assured me no. But it still hurts, and I think it’s been almost 2 weeks. And the ball of my foot is painful and swollen.
I started soaking it in Epsom salts and in my impatience this morning, I clumsily lanced it and am soaking it again. I still believe something is in there and will cause an infection if I’m not prudent.
Bandage and betadine next.
Of course I have helpers.
But they have gone on to do their own thing…
Hard to believe these guys were feral.
The first Pennsylvania death from the Coronavirus happened in the hospital where my daughter and her father were born. Cases are now here in our county. And all of the neighboring counties.
I urge you all to remember that every time you come in contact with anyone, you are also being exposed to everyone they have been near.
I know I am healthy. I know I am not in a high risk group. But I don’t want to carry this illness to anyone I care about. I don’t want to be the reason someone else dies.
I don’t want to see the economy and our quality of life degrade to the level of some dystopian fantasy novel.
That will happen soon enough because of overpopulation and global warming.
Overpopulation and Global Warming.
Let that sink in.
So, I downloaded the list of life sustaining businesses allowed to be open at this time. Beer distributors and Wawa made the cut.
Target made the cut. (They have groceries, health items and CVS pharmacies.) But I hear from my former Target colleagues that families are treating it like an outing and bringing the whole gang. People are shopping for bikinis.
We’re in for a long road.
Hear me, bikini people?