It’s been two weeks. Two weeks since my kids’ last day of school. Two weeks since everything was almost completely perfectly normal, except for the niggling sense of impending doom. Two weeks is not a long time, and this is the beginning, not anything like the end, or even the beginning of the end. It might mark something, but with the delay on testing (not to mention the difficulty getting testing), I don’t think we’ll see any difference in the numbers for another week, maybe.
I like numbers, so long as I don’t have to do long division with them. I like looking at graphic visualizations of numbers that help me get an overview of all this. This is a very good time for the charts-and-graphs people. I try to squeeze the hopeful angle out of the charts and the graphs, where things are getting better in China, where deaths are slowing down in Seattle. But it’s always at the expense of somewhere else; Italy, Spain, New York.
Can’t go around it, just have to go through it.
Then I close the tab with the news on it and I stay out of Twitter and I have learned to scroll past the terrifying articles other people are putting on FB to convince their denier friends, because I am not a denier friend and I have all the truth I can handle right now.
We are staying in. We are doing all the things. Being further terrified will not help me get through this, so there’s no need for that.
I am grateful for good leadership, where it exists, and for people who are listening to scientists and medical professionals where it doesn’t. I am despairing for those who listen to bad leaders and think they’re doing a heck of a job, Brownie.
As for what we’re actually doing: not much. Dash’s excellent school is continuing as best it can to provide excellent schooling, which means he logs on to Zoom classrooms at 8:30 every morning and, with a few breaks, isn’t done till after 1pm. Then he has homework, which he has kept pretty much to his usual schedule of leaving till last thing before bed. It’s good to keep your routines in these times.
Dash’s timetable inspired Mabel for the first few days to assiduously divide up her subjects into half-hour blocks and work on the packet they’d sent home with her. She’s sort of fallen off that wagon now, but it’s nice to have something to aim for. Mostly, she’s working on minecraft worlds, often with a friend, and has discovered how to Skype her besties. Sometimes she practices her music, she reads now and then, she goes outside and scooters round and round the court, she is doing admirably.
I don’t have any editing work at the moment so I’m writing. I started book four of my trilogy and I’m trying to pound out 1000 words a day. It’s a first draft, I’m only writing it to see where the story goes, maybe it just won’t work at all, but it’s nice to have a goal and feel like I can do something. It may not be as good a book as it would be if all this wasn’t going on, but it will be a book at some point.
B is working from home and going for runs, though all his races were cancelled so he has nothing to be in training before. He was meant to be running the Boston marathon this year (for the third or possibly fourth time), so that’s a bit sad. It was his birthday on Wednesday, and since we couldn’t go to a show, we made the kids happy and got Disney+. And a new board game for all this great family time.
A quick run down on what I’m:
Reading: I finished Emma (a re-read, though it had been a long time) and we went to see it just before everything shut down. The new film is glorious to look at and very entertaining, though I have issues with Emma’s lack of subtlety.
Then I launched straight into a re-read of the four Dorothy L Sayers books that follow the Harriet Vane and Lord Peter Wimsey love story: Strong Poison, Have his Carcass, Gaudy Night, and Busman’s Honeymoon.
Watching: To complement that, we’re finally watching the box set B got me for my birthday last year of the first three of those, as dramatized for the BBC in the 80s. It’s a bit stilted and Harriet’s hair is terribly distracting, but Wimsey is fairly perfectly cast and it’s fun to see.
He and the kids are watching The Mandalorian, of course. I sort of didn’t bother, though I agree that Baby Yoda is cute.
Suffering from: A stye in my eye, recurrent anxiety symptoms, no coughs or fevers.
Eating: Birthday cake. I made Nigella’s sour cream chocolate cake, only with yogurt because we were out of sour cream, and iced it with Smitten Kitchen’s chocolate buttercream. It is a triumph.
As blog posts go this is a bit of a mishmash. Sorry not sorry.
Keep well, and stay in.