It’s hard not to write about it cuz it’s hard not to think about it. It’s the topic of the day, every day, for everyone. It’s the first thing I check in the morning and the last thing I check at night.
I’m not obsessed about it, mind you. I have my distractions. The narrator in the one book I’m reading is currently lamenting his inability to get laid in free-love Ecotopia. Bruce Springsteen, in the other book, has no problem whatsoever getting laid, he’s just struggling to rise above being “legendary local axe-man” despite two hopeful excursions to California. But he just met Clarence Clemons so I’ve a feeling shit’s about to get good for him. Here’s a spoiler: he gets really famous later. I’m gonna go out on a limb and predict that William Weston eventually gets laid, too.
But neither 1969 Bruce nor 1999 William have any inkling about the 2020 -19.
Read the dash out loud and that sentence might make more sense.
But for me it still feels like this is something happening “out there” and not here. We still have very few cases in my town, in my county, and absolutely zero in my orbit. I hope it stays that way. I hope it suddenly and miraculously stops altogether.
On Sunday we held a church session in a garage in the neighborhood, but we all kept our 6-foot distance and kept the parishioner total under 10. I guess that’s the law. But we laughed and cracked a mountain-full of blue mountains and some people drove by real slow to see what the commotion was all about. We probably won’t do it again for a while. We probably shouldn’t.
Mrs C was against it. She’s always had a touch of the asthma and when she gets sick she has a tendency to get real sick so she has more personal concerns about the whole pandemic than I do. I went 320 words into this thing before I said “pandemic.” That’s not bad. I wondered when I started if I’d use the word at all. From the Greek pan- and demos, with a long e. There’s a way to make that long e on the keyboard but I’m too enthralled to look it up just now. ALT-something*, I think. You get the drift. Pan- (all) and demos (people).
“All people.” Without context it doesn’t sound so bad. I love all people. I hate pandemics.
But Mrs C’s feelings trump override my own. That’s the way it should be. Most likely I’ll suspend church services altogether until this thing isn’t affecting all people or at least not Mrs C, emotionally or otherwise. Or, if I do hold services, we will all stand 12 feet apart and be limited to 5 beer drinkers. Marriage is about compromise.
Work is steady, believe it or not. It’s definitely slower but there are enough appliance buyers during the day that I still make a living. The refinance on the house is going well and I found out a couple of days ago that I’m coming into some money. About $1200. Government cheese.
It’s important that you talk to someone about how you’re feeling. It’s important that you move about. Read things, and not just things about virology. Look at history and astronomy and, I don’t know, Deuteronomy if you must. Exercise your mind, your body, your heart, and your spirit, whatever that means to you. Physical, mental, emotional, and directional health, I call it. Keep an eye on where you’re headed, because this does not end here.
At any rate, here’s some dogs sitting by a fire.
Stay safe and stay sane. I love all you people.
(*ALT-0275. That makes the long ē. ALT-0275. Pretend I did that above. 😉)