Wash Yer Hands Dammit

A lot of the young tech workers, in our building, came home yesterday hauling bags and boxes of work in order to work from home for – seems like – the next three weeks.

I told David, this corona virus is like a hurricane. You know it’s going to hit but you don’t know where or how terrible it will be. So…We made a midnight grocery run last night to avoid being around too many people:

No Clorox or any other kind of wipes like that

No rubbing alcohol and minimal amounts of vodka and gin

No rice

No toilet paper

NONE OF MY FAVORITE PEANUT BUTTER!

No oatmeal

No eggs

Oddly, no dish washing powder

The store had moved Spam to a prominent location.

David is almost 80 years old. I don’t see how we can possibly keep watching the babies at the church two mornings a week while their mothers have time off and a breakfast. It’s too risky. I wouldn’t want to go alone either because I wouldn’t want to bring anything home to him. (not that I’m that young, I’m almost 70) And so we are going to self isolate ourselves as much as possible until we see where this thing is going in the Bay Area.

Unfortunately, this has forced me to read the news and to see once again what an idiot our president is:(    Words cannot express how distressed I have been for the last three years. Of course I get on  with it every day and all that but…deep at my core is the knowledge that my county has been forever changed by this presidency. I sense that to be true and have written about it privately. Some poems. Some stories. I’ll see where they lead.

Since I am on the internet anyway, reading the news, I will try to catch up here.

Wash yer hands dammit!

Ellespeth 

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