Anticipated measures
Due to the progress in our ongoing medical horror tale, some things are happening by anticipation. For example, our local university campus, including the library, will be closed until further notice. Our income tax returns will be filed at least one month later (official notice anticipated for a press conference tomorrow). My sibling has decided to seek the comfort of home, given that life among the Spring Break generation lacks the atmosphere of the different movies over the years. We have groceries, due to our own anticipation of hunger pangs, and the reassurance given by the food store employees wearing surgical gloves. Amazon has announced that their deliveries will be prioritized, which should limit my purchases of unnecessary articles. And on and on.
What else? Well, snow levels have dropped enough for me to recover that pole I had “lost overboard” a couple of weeks ago. The lower windows now open without having to plow through a pile of precipitation.
The press is frank: things are going to get worse before they get better. I’m fortunate that my house is warm, water supplies are clean and we have access to ample foodstuffs. No way to tell if supply lines are going to be affected, so I’ve put aside my desired bag of flour. Take that, starvation! Even the dog can eat fresh bread, if he’s hungry enough. He already enjoys potatoes.
I’m now trying to find some of the little things that are stored in unknown locations. The charge cord for my VHF radio, for example. I mean, I did see it, several weeks ago, so I just have to shift other articles until the lost gets found.
