A neighborhood cat appeared on a ledge while we were were walking by tonight and meowed out to us. I stopped and gave it a pet for a second. As we started walking again I said: “oh, that’s right, cats can get COVID“.
So that’s how things are going in week 10000.
Of course I’m not really concerned about the unlikely transfer from this friendly outdoor cat—the chance that I would touch my face without washing my hands after petting a cat in normal times is already very low, but… that the thought even ran through my head is a sign of the times.
I’ve done even better this week at avoiding the trap of the live news blog. I think I even went well over 24 hours without checking the JHU charts at some point. A little bit of avoidance and a routine go a long way toward getting things done.
I had a dream early in the week or late last week where I was out somewhere and all of a sudden felt chilled in the way you do when you have a fever. The “oh shit, I’m sick” moment hit and I of course started down the path to assuming that it was COVID.
I woke up and felt fine.
Most of my other dreams have gone back to normal. I spent an extraordinary amount of time one night trying to find a longer cable for my guitar before a show and then realized I didn’t remember how to play any of the songs. Exhausting!
We still don’t know enough about food and coronavirus, but I found “Do I need to disinfect my groceries?” interesting this week.
Takeaways: probably not, though washing is good. Stay away from people. Don’t pretend you’re good at using gloves.
The Guardian has a nice roundup of what scientists know 5 months in.
Today’s Spokesman Review editorial calling for Washington to reopen its economy soon was pretty disappointing. I don’t disagree with the need or desire to loosen restrictions on what business can be open, but it’s completely unhelpful to continue to compare COVID-19 to the seasonal flu.
Like, obviously different in so many ways. That piece without those two sentences becomes a much more meaningful editorial.
I like to think naive thoughts like: maybe this is the last gasp of the last gasp of hatred and nationalism.
Anyhow, that’s me, the optimist. Still hanging in here! 🍷