What to do behind your closed doors
Today, against all odds, the province joined the ranks of the virals. We have an intrepid traveler that returned from a sea cruise with that little bit extra (COVID-19) and is now facing two weeks of time alone. I’m surprised it took this long, given that the world has been talking about (nothing but) this for several weeks now.
The world is now fascinated by things like “toilet paper hoarding” and “best handwashing techniques”. Videos abound, replete with musical ditties to allow the illiterate to calculate the sufficient number of seconds of scrub time to assure praxis.
It won’t change my routine. By my calculation, if I can score another sack of flour, I can be relatively sure that I won’t die of hunger for weeks. I mean, many people relish the relish in their diet; I’m good with bland. If I get really rambunctious, there’s a small jar of cinnamon in the spice rack. The dog doesn’t want to share kibble.
We had a windy overnight here, setting a new personal record. 83.7 kph, gust value, from the south. Proved that our door still isn’t impervious to direct rain. No other structural stress was noted, and that’s reassuring. Of course, by sunrise calm returned, which leaves me to wonder exactly what sort of a “front” came through.
I am also struck by the suggestions on how to maintain sanity during quarantine. First of all, now that we believe the virus can last for as much as six weeks, quarantine is the right word. As for ways to entertain ourselves, I have noticed a reliance on Netflix. What did people do before streamed TV?
