Shelter-in-Place Part 2
The second weekend of shelter in place. Re-reading Part 1 inspires surprising nostalgia; the world has changed a lot over the course of the past week.
A substantial portion of the global population is now under lock down. The UK's shelter-in-place order is of a similar flavour to the Bay Area. The elderly, or at least my mother, seem to have escaped the specific notice to shelter more in-place than the rest of the populous, but another relative with underlying health conditions received a letter from the UK government recommending to essentially stay in her bedroom for three months.
The US now has the most known coronavirus cases of any country - 100k and counting. News stories of overwhelmed hospitals and putting guidelines in place to ration healthcare to the critically ill. Partners banned from delivery rooms in some hospitals, although fortunately not yet in the hospital where a good friend will give birth to her pandemic baby this weekend.
In more local news, I just washed my hair for the first time in a week, having figured with some hubris that perhaps coworkers could not discern the grease over Zoom with it plastered into a grotesque pony tail. Having become sufficiently lonely, I started turning my video camera on for remote meetings and requested my coworkers to do similarly, some of whom actually acquiesced. This has inspired me to get dressed from the waist up in the mornings.
In preparation of any total lock down, many online workouts have been perused. I will gaily HIIT my way through the evenings after work (presumptuously assuming that work continues for me). Achilles tendon feeling wiffly from running, so made the sensible decision to hike today instead. Poor weather deterred other hikers from the trails in what may be the last week they remain open. Unwilling boyfriend dragged on a hilly loop.
Strategic decision to visit Costco last night and pick up supplies. There was a line to get in, permitted to enter in batches. Heightened tensions neared flash point in the line when inadequate social distance was maintained. What a trope for the end of times - arguing outside Costco in the apocalypse. Inside was a surprisingly peaceful, well-stocked experience however.
On waking this morning, a flash of genuinely not wanting to leave the house despite having been mostly here for weeks now. Perhaps this is how agoraphobia starts. Apparently there are many cases in Wuhan.
A substantial portion of the global population is now under lock down. The UK's shelter-in-place order is of a similar flavour to the Bay Area. The elderly, or at least my mother, seem to have escaped the specific notice to shelter more in-place than the rest of the populous, but another relative with underlying health conditions received a letter from the UK government recommending to essentially stay in her bedroom for three months.
The US now has the most known coronavirus cases of any country - 100k and counting. News stories of overwhelmed hospitals and putting guidelines in place to ration healthcare to the critically ill. Partners banned from delivery rooms in some hospitals, although fortunately not yet in the hospital where a good friend will give birth to her pandemic baby this weekend.
In more local news, I just washed my hair for the first time in a week, having figured with some hubris that perhaps coworkers could not discern the grease over Zoom with it plastered into a grotesque pony tail. Having become sufficiently lonely, I started turning my video camera on for remote meetings and requested my coworkers to do similarly, some of whom actually acquiesced. This has inspired me to get dressed from the waist up in the mornings.
In preparation of any total lock down, many online workouts have been perused. I will gaily HIIT my way through the evenings after work (presumptuously assuming that work continues for me). Achilles tendon feeling wiffly from running, so made the sensible decision to hike today instead. Poor weather deterred other hikers from the trails in what may be the last week they remain open. Unwilling boyfriend dragged on a hilly loop.
Strategic decision to visit Costco last night and pick up supplies. There was a line to get in, permitted to enter in batches. Heightened tensions neared flash point in the line when inadequate social distance was maintained. What a trope for the end of times - arguing outside Costco in the apocalypse. Inside was a surprisingly peaceful, well-stocked experience however.
On waking this morning, a flash of genuinely not wanting to leave the house despite having been mostly here for weeks now. Perhaps this is how agoraphobia starts. Apparently there are many cases in Wuhan.
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