Flannel Quarantine Diaries: Log Day 2
#COVID19 Social Distancing Log Day 03172020:
Mood: Confused
I'm gonna be real, here. Sh!ts getting weird AF. I had to go pick up more powdered donuts and the store I ended up at was out of the weirdest things. In the baking aisle the measuring cups and spoons and other baking doodads and whatsits were sparse. Does quarantine mean we're going back to the prairie days and making our own bread or pasta? Cause, the dried pasta aisle was decimated, too. Now, I understand why people need so much toilet paper. Moreover, the eggs were all gone. Mental note, Vangie, you will not be able to make that frittata you were dreaming about.
Anyhoo, we seem to be all going through our own personal crisis of epic proportions or more like epic dystopian proportions. As a single person I don't have to worry about how I'm going to feed my family, or make sure there's daycare if I'm an essential employee who needs to go to work. Fortunately, my work has me working from home anyways so this self-quarantine situation is no big thang for me.
However, financial and structurally we will not be the same after all of this subsides, who knows when that will be. The smartest people in the world also have no clue what's going to happen. That can be frightening and unsettling for many.
I think of the Fred Roger's saying about in times of crisis look towards the helpers. Well, I think when all is said and done it is the helpers who will make sure we all get through this relatively unharmed. Let's try to collectively do our best to not make their jobs more difficult. Follow all the recommended guidelines for safe distancing and hygiene procedures. #washyohands and all that jazz hands. Don't touch your face after touching stuff when you're out in the wild.
I was very good at wiping down my cart, staying 6 feet away from rando strangers, and doing the self-checkout. Which really isn't anything different from what I normally do. Pandemic life is pretty much my normal. Who knew?
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