I'm still trying to get my head around where we are right now. And by "we" I mean my family, my state, my country, and the human population of the world. Despite all the apocalyptic literature I've eagerly consumed I did not truly expect to find myself in the midst of the Zombie Apocalypse. If anybody still needs convincing that This is Serious,
please go read up on what is going on in Italy, a modern country with what
one reporter described as as "one of the best public health systems in the world." Bear in mind that Italy diagnosed their first COVID-19 case about 7 weeks ago. Now 600+ people are dying per day. Sick people are being turned away from saturated hospitals and sent home to die. Some towns are literally running out of coffins. We are still a few weeks away from that point in the US. State-wide lockdowns are not an overreaction.
At this point "shelter in place" is still just a suggestion in Minnesota. By next week I expect it to be mandatory. Not being the sort of person who normally panics, I'm trying to get myself psyched for this. Logically, I know that the best way to protect both myself and the rest of society is to avoid breathing other people's air, be careful about touching frequent contact surfaces, and wash my hands whenever I come in from outside. I know this logically, but have not really internalized any of it. We really needed more groceries when we came back from Portland, so carefully planned a late night shopping run, only to discover that our usual Cub Foods had just switched from 24-hour operation to closing at 10 pm. So we tried again last night at about 8:30 pm. Worked fine except that some things were bought out. Weird, random things like fresh spinach. But we can make do with spring greens. Store was not crowded so we probably didn't get within 6 feet of anybody except the checkout person. But I forgot to worry about it, so I don't even remember if there was anybody right behind us in line. I saw a few people wearing masks or bandanas over their mouths, and each time I found myself thinking WTF before I remembered. I had planned to bring some alcohol wipes to wipe off the shopping cart handle, but totally forgot. So maybe a tiny bit of panic would have been called for here.
We did, however, get into the kind of low-level food insecurity panic that leads you to buy twice as much food as you normally would on a weekly shopping run and yet still forget the milk. We now have a large supply of our personal favorite survival foods: beans, brown rice, canned tomatoes, frozen vegetables, eggs and canned tuna. Seriously, we would not starve if we were totally locked down for a month or two. But if we want fresh food like milk and fruit and salad, someone still has to go to the store. We can send Thorin, who is young and healthy, but I'm not sure that actually helps if you are trying to protect the old and feeble from the virus. After all, if he gets sick he'll probably just infect us anyway.
But no more parties or gatherings for a while, which is probably the most important thing. It's been clear from the beginning that the primary means of transmission for this virus is airborne and that it is far more contagious than public sources have wanted to admit. But fussing over what you touch and how you clean it is something you can DO, so I find myself getting drawn into the national obsession with hand sanitizer.
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I'm trying to listen to more music, so I thought I'd give NPR's "Isle of Calm" playlist a try. It's a 6-hour playlist of allegedly soothing music assembled by their staff. *snore* Soothing does not mean soporific, you guys. It's supposedly a very eclectic collection, but every song sounds exactly the same: trancelike beat, whispery lyrics mumbled just below the level of intelligibility, and a melodic line with a range of about 5 notes. Some songs have lyrics, some don't, but they all sound like dirges. I guess I need to make my own playlist, which will probably be full of appalling imagery about plague and watery deaths, but will at least have a beat.