How is the pandemic changing your life?
It's been over a week now since we began the stay in place thing. John has made a few runs to the grocery and feed store for for essentials -- all of which he was able to find. My weekly class in online now and going pretty well; a workshop I was scheduled for this weekend is cancelled; and John C. Campbell, where I am scheduled to teach in late May is closed for the foreseeable future.
I haven't had Josie since last Wednesday -- I know some of you all are missing pictures of our girl but she's had a cold and her daddy is keeping her home. He's been rained out of work anyway. I did bake some cranberry muffins and take them down down.
I've been busy though. Finished yet another read through of CROWS-- this time in the advance reading copy. I found thirteen small goofs and one rather major one. Folks at Regal
House are proofreading too. I hope we catch them all.
And I edited the forty pages for my class and am in the midst of editing a novel for an ex-student. Fortunately, it's a good story and I like editing. And this is paying work which is good since the money I might have made teaching those workshops is in doubt.
I feel a little guilty at how normal -- baking, bird-watching, reading--my life is just now--except for that constant hum of existential fear in the background--worry about friends and family, and the fear that, encouraged by the Orange Disaster, people will cease the social distancing and our hospitals and health care, already on shaky grounds, will be overwhelmed.
But, hey, I'm old and expendable, and maybe a little bitter on learning that Some People are willing to accept a die-off among the elderly if it will boost the economy.
May those Some People (and not the rest of us) reap what they sow.
Only pandemics don't work that way. Like the rain, the virus will attack the just and the unjust alike. But
'The rain it raineth on the just
And also on the unjust fella'
But chiefly on the just because
The unjust hath the just's