Social Distancing.

It’s my norm. It’s second nature to me.

We are now ordered to stay at home and not go to work or anywhere non-essential.

Safer at home.

That’s what we’re calling it. It goes by other names of course.

Shelter in place

Stay the fuck home is what I prefer to call it.

So, here we are. Stuck at home.

No human contact…for the most part.

We’re able to go out, do some exercises, get groceries, among other essential needs like order take out, get money, and get gas…

There might be a few other things, but at the moment, I don’t care.

This is the new normal for the foreseeable future. I don’t know when this will go away or when we can beat this pandemic.

No one knows.

The peak should happen in a few weeks. We’re not even on peak levels yet. In about three more weeks we shall be.

Three weeks and then what? Will we get to leave the house? Social Distancing will go away?

No one knows at the moment. No one knows if this is working; slowing the virus.

No one knows.

I haven’t seen any trends yet. We have more and more positive cases as more people are getting tested and more and more deaths.

This isn’t a hoax like 45 and his cronies are saying.

Fuck him.

I had to stop watching his daily briefings because it is so anger inducing.

He’s an angry insecure petty little man.

We need a better leader. A more competent leader. A more empathetic leader.

Not someone who has such a little ego that he’ll play with people’s lives because some governor called him out on his sit.

But here we are.

Self-Quarantining.

Safer at home.

Sheltering in place.

Time slows.

Moments all fade into one moment and it’s hard to tell what time of the day or what day it is.

There’s no routine.

There’s no sense of normalcy in this new normalcy.

How long will this last?

No idea.

No idea.

Pickles had a rough week this week. He’s been having a rough year.

His health declines.

Slower.

Lethargic.

It’s his heart.

Heart disease.

I took him to the vet and then emergency vet this week.

He had fluids in his lungs.

They tested the fluids and they came back negative for anything suspicious.

No cancer.

Heart disease, which is more manageable. It’s the best outcome to have.

The meds that he’s on makes him leak. It gives him the runs.

I adjusted his feeding schedule the best I can to alleviate the diarrhea issue, but I can’t do much about the leak issue. It’s about an hour or two after I give him his meds that it happens.

I don’t know how long this will last.

Definitely a new normal.

I know one day; I’ll have to make that choice.

It’ll come and I’ll have to be ready.

I know I can make it. But, can I really?

I don’t know.

One day at a time.

One day.

At a time.

 

Well……it’s happened.

Social chaos.

Covid-19.

Coronavirus.

Whatever you want to call it.

Mass hysteria.

People are freaking out.

Calm your tits everyone.

Fuck.

It’s a global pandemic as more and more people are getting sick.

Dumptard 45 didn’t do shit but slow any reasonable help and further the spread.

We are in the middle of an apocalypse now and I don’t know how many more years we have left before the end of the world.

Sigh.

So fucking crazy.

So. Fucking. Crazy.

The world is out of toilet paper because the mass hysterics are buying them up.

We are social-distancing, locked down in a self-quarantine, but people are buying toilet paper of all things?

I understand shelf-stable food or dried food, sustenance to get you over the two-three week quarantine, but fucking toilet paper?

How many shits are you going to take? If you run out of toilet paper, you have a bathtub to bidet your asshole…fucking assholes.

Mass hysteria.

People are stupid.

Sigh.

The world we live in now. I don’t recognize it.

Fucking crazy.

Just fucking crazy.

Work.

Work had been a little stressful in the past couple of days, possibly week leading up to this.

We officially have the option to work from home.

It was an ordeal to assess the situation and hardware and figuring out ways to ensure that people get access to everything they need to be able to work from home.

Special circumstances.

Definitely, special times.

People at work are freaking out about this.

Why?

What the fuckity fuck?

Sigh.

People.

Sheep.

They are crazy.

Mob mentality.

Herd mentality.

People freak out, so other freak out.

This hysteria is more contagious than the virus itself.

I will probably still be going into the office daily instead of working from home.

Most likely, there won’t be that many people in the office, and I can actually focus on the database/reporting project a little more.

More focus to work on my usual day-to-day and not deal with other things that I get dragged into.

Hopefully.

Everyone working from home might bring on other challenges.

Sigh.

Interesting times we live in.

I’m not sure what’s going to happen to my trip in April.

I still plan on going, but that’s not up to me.

Not sure what the airlines are going to do, or what Washington State is going to do or what the Nation is going to do or decide on travel and quarantine.

I still plan on going to Chicago and I still plan on attending the Ignite conference.

Status quo.

Life goes on and I’m taking it a day at a time.

That’s all I can do.

That’s all everyone can do.

Take control where you can, but let other things go.

The world is going crazy and the best thing you can do is to keep your wits and let crazy do crazy.

Ain’t a need to go and participate in the madness.

Take a deep breath and Namaste that shit out.

REPEAT.

One day at a time.

Funny.

To think that 2020 was going to be a good year.

It’s the end of the world.