Due Preparations for the Plague

I haven't been able to settle to anything the past few days other than obsessively going from the news to Twitter to Facebook and back again. I went grocery shopping three times in four days because I did one normal grocery shop and then a thing happened on Sunday that I will tell you about later (it's a long story and I come off like a loon in it, but why be coy) and then we found out Angus was coming home yesterday so I took Eve for her bloodwork (masked gloved person at the entrance with hand sanitizer and screening questions, only two other people there, chairs all placed a metre apart from each other) and then went to the grocery store in the same parking lot (very few people, easy to stay far apart, wiped down the cart). I got to the checkout with milk, bread, meat, cereal, fruit and vegetables and snacks and glanced back at the bearded hipster dude behind me who had.... two cans of Guinness and a pack of gum. I felt like he was doing the apocalypse better than I was.

Anyone else keep doing Personal Plague Math? It sucks that this happened this year because of this, but it would be worse if it was this. It sucks that this happened to my kids now because of this, but it would be worse if it was this. People with little kids dealing with quarantine or self-isolation? I salute you from a healthy distance away, because almighty lord, I cannot imagine. Pregnant people, people with wedding plans, people who have had vacations cancelled when they were barely hangin' on? And then, obviously, health care workers, essential service workers, people who can't just shelter in place and try to hang on to their butts until this is over? Will this be over?

I finally managed to read a book for a couple hours today without checking my phone. I kept forgetting that the people weren't in the same circumstances I am in now, and wondering why they could walk around talking to people and going to restaurants.

I should probably try to blog every day. Along with walking outside every day, doing some weight-bearing exercise every day, cooking something from scratch every day. I might not though. I might just say fuck it and just go with the flow. Matt has decreed that our family of introverts can do whatever we want all day (Angus has online course stuff and can't NOT work out, and Eve walks the dog every day and is studious so it's not like they need hounding) and then we will come together for some kind of family time at or before dinner. Today that meant Eve and I eating at the table while Matt and Angus tried to fix our ancient Wii because Angus decided he and Eve should play Mario Kart. And that is why our latest Amazon Prime order includes both laundry soap and a triwing screwdriver for Nintendo's freaking proprietary screws (yes I am trying to think of how to work 'proprietary screws' into a dirty comment, let me know if you come up with a good one).

I've been slipping into my usual at-home mode, which is staying up way too late, starting to cook stuff at nine p.m. and having to stay up after midnight to finish, forgetting what day it is. I haven't decided if I'm going to rein that in or to what extent, but I just realized I can finish this now and get to bed before eleven, so here goes. Stay safe out in there, everyone.