Sunday (yesterday) was quiet here in Denver. Spent most of the day moving between the couch and back deck. Naps are becoming a staple activity. There’s not much else we can do at the moment. It’s a waiting game. Waiting for things to get worse, and they will, as the spread of the virus is not stoppable right now. Imaginary lines on a map, the National Guard, talking heads, none of it will change what is going to happen. Nobody is immune. The virus is going to sweep across the world and the tide of plague is just beginning to rise. Best to get one’s shit wired tight and hang on. Mother Earth is checking in and the cull has started.
Combating boredom. I played with a few photo editing software packages yesterday. Nothing too exciting. The software I’ve been using is doing the job and I’ve yet to find anything that compels me to want to change. It’s just something to do. There isn’t much in the way of new photos to edit anyway. Mostly shots in the yard trying to capture the mood of the moment.
Good news inventory. Bupkis.
Dog poop scooping. Nothing of interest here.
Weed inventory. 71 days. Great for nap preparation.
Toilet paper/paper towel inventory. Normal draw-down. Same number of butts, same number of hands.
Camera battery. 92% Got a few photos in yesterday.
Laundry status. Doing fine. I washed clothes last weekend and I’ve hardly dented them.
No reports of any additional friends or family being infected by the virus.
I’ve been watching the reports coming out the the Northeast US. Seems the New Yorkers are fleeing the confines of the city and flooding into the neighboring states. Thus all the talk about state level quarantines and such. Not impressed with the hatred a lot of people are showing towards people who just want to stay alive. A simplistic mindset, people don’t realize that everyone is in line for this. It’s just a question of when it’s your turn. I’m surprised to not hear talk of building walls along the New York border. The nation is going through a grief process. Shock, denial, anger, bargaining, depression, testing, and acceptance. There used to only be 5 stages of grief. We’ve added two more so we can prolong the agony. Personally, I think I’m in the bargaining stage, maybe the depression stage. Who knows? What difference does it make? The bottom line is that all of us here are fully aware that we are elderly and more susceptible to succumbing to the virus. Trudy’s mom has the added benefit of knowing that she has two strong people guarding over her. Me and Trudy just have one another and that could be totally different in a matter of two weeks. Infected today, dead in two weeks. It’s a possibility.
First responder activity. Nothing to report.
The hunkering down continues, extra hunkering is in effect.
Still alive and well here in Denver.