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May. 4th, 2020 12:22 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dchenesOn Friday morning a house on Snow St caught fire, while it was pouring rain. The house is still standing, but is all boarded up and there's been a lot of pounding and sawing going on all weekend. I hope the pounding and sawing means it will be repaired, rather than torn down and replaced with a couple of townhouses.
The worst thing about the current state of the pandemic is the conflicting information. Stay home, but go outdoors and get exercise, but don't do it anywhere you can't keep six feet away from everybody else. Order takeout to keep the local economy going, but keep in mind you're putting the cooks and delivery drivers at risk to die of COVID-19 just because you don't want to cook. Go to the grocery store instead, but keep in mind you're putting the cashiers and shelf-stockers at risk, and stay six feet away from everybody else in the store. Don't worry, statistically nobody under 60 dies of COVID-19 and you probably already had it. But you have it now, and you're asymptomatic, so you're Typhoid Mary. But we won't test you unless you have symptoms. Et cetera. I don't want constant conflicting information to be the new normal.
Hauling home two weeks of groceries on Friday and then doing four hours of spring cleaning on Saturday made everything hurt yesterday. I would very much like a 90-minute massage, which I won't get for who knows how long. I should start doing pushups or something every time I feel like having a snack, because I won't get to walk home from work for who knows how long, and I can feel stress eating becoming a default setting in my head.
At least it was open window weather yesterday and today. Finally. Of course, it will be 55 for the rest of the week, but at least there were two consecutive days of spring. And watching the Hairy Beasts get drunk on oxygen and chase each other all over the place never gets old.
In February I discovered I'd had $200K in combined retirement accounts in January. I have no desire to find out what I have now.
The worst thing about the current state of the pandemic is the conflicting information. Stay home, but go outdoors and get exercise, but don't do it anywhere you can't keep six feet away from everybody else. Order takeout to keep the local economy going, but keep in mind you're putting the cooks and delivery drivers at risk to die of COVID-19 just because you don't want to cook. Go to the grocery store instead, but keep in mind you're putting the cashiers and shelf-stockers at risk, and stay six feet away from everybody else in the store. Don't worry, statistically nobody under 60 dies of COVID-19 and you probably already had it. But you have it now, and you're asymptomatic, so you're Typhoid Mary. But we won't test you unless you have symptoms. Et cetera. I don't want constant conflicting information to be the new normal.
Hauling home two weeks of groceries on Friday and then doing four hours of spring cleaning on Saturday made everything hurt yesterday. I would very much like a 90-minute massage, which I won't get for who knows how long. I should start doing pushups or something every time I feel like having a snack, because I won't get to walk home from work for who knows how long, and I can feel stress eating becoming a default setting in my head.
At least it was open window weather yesterday and today. Finally. Of course, it will be 55 for the rest of the week, but at least there were two consecutive days of spring. And watching the Hairy Beasts get drunk on oxygen and chase each other all over the place never gets old.
In February I discovered I'd had $200K in combined retirement accounts in January. I have no desire to find out what I have now.
