It’s been a week of things I never saw coming. We’re about a week into the COVID-19/Coronavirus stuff here in the U.S. A quick timeline of events:
Last week, Tuesday: The university where I work announced that spring break will be extended for a week and classes will go online after that.
Last week, in a blur: The university canceled events through May 7. The university recommended people work from home if they can. The university told students to go home. The university banned university-sponsored travel. The governor declared a state of emergency. Trump did some kind of weird press conference where he didn’t quarantine himself even though he’s been exposed and shook hands with a bunch of people. Everyone bought all the toilet paper for some undeterminable reason.
This weekend: I went out to get groceries. They were still out of toilet paper and also bananas and chicken. (I don’t know either.) I have enough for a few weeks at least. I brought all my plants home from my office. I didn’t go anywhere else, not even to get take-out.
Today: Day 1 of working from home. Had my first Zoom call that otherwise would have been a meeting. Cried my first tears about having to be home alone for the next 8 weeks (they’re saying). Last night, had my first stress dream about COVID-19, where my parents decided to fly to Italy (a current pandemic hotspot) because the flights were cheap.
I decided that this needs to be journaled because we’re living through history and all that shit. So this is my first Coronavirus journal entry.
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