Cowering in place, day 3

– The adventure continues…

ill this mind-numbing monotony ever end? The days have started to blend together with a maddening sameness that I’m sure will eventually send us screaming into within less than 6 feet from another human being, for the sweet release from all this waiting, waiting, waiting.

It’s true that it’s only been three days, and we’re both retired so we are pretty much spending our days like we normally do, but the fact that we have to stay huddled at home due to an external threat, rather then just our normal lethargy and misanthropy, is vexing.

I haven’t read this. Any good?

The Metropolitan Opera (whose simulcast performances I used to love to attend at the local cinema, back in the Days of Normalcy) has shut down for the entire month of March. Instead, they are offering free streaming of old performances to opera-starved fans. I tried to log into one of these, but got a message that there would be a delay connecting, so please be patient, and I was number 22,483 in line. I disconnected and tried my luck later, and it said I was number 391,044 in line. So much for that!

Scott L——
courtesy Wes L——

Other knots of survivors are slowly sending out messages of hope. In solidarity with them, we are no longer wearing pants.

Since our gym is now closed like most everything else, I decided to try out the big eyesore elliptical machine that impedes movement into and out of our bedroom. We got it decades ago in some self-delusion that we could get fit if we just spent enough money. I don’t remember how it got in, but it is too big to move now even if we wanted to. But at last it has come in handy! I pumped on it for about 45 minutes (don’t want to overdo it or I won’t get back on tomorrow), then had a bracing shower. Felt good!

We’re not exactly alone—the solitude I observed early yesterday morning didn’t last. By the afternoon, many of the kids who would have been in school if the schools hadn’t shut down decided that a jaunt to our little beach would be in order (and who can blame them, or their harried mothers?). So they frolicked and footballed while we watched from our house, counting the number of physical contacts and mentally measuring the social distance between each little germ-carrier. 

(Photo: Twitter user @BDStanley)

Thanks!
Dorn
3/18/2020

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