Day Two

Marc got up and went to work as usual but it proved to be anything but just a normal day as more cancellations and restrictions and scary Italian news reports poured in.  It has become crystal clear that due to our nightmare administration level of government the United States is operating as though it is an undeveloped country.  Diagnoses and deaths slowly tick up but with no adequate testing in place you know it is just the tip of the iceberg.  I spoke with my friend in Denver.  Her husband works as an trader and the Wall Street read was predicting many deaths combined with eventual societal and economic collapse.  That combined with the warnings from scientists, mathematicians, and public health experts told the story—we were simply not prepared for what was to come.  There were not enough hospital beds or ventilators to treat the inevitable onslaught of critically ill people. In Italy doctors were practicing something akin to wartime medicine.  Deciding who would be treated with the available supplies and who would be treated for an as comfortable as possible death from bilateral pneumonia.   Cannot begin to describe feeling the brunt of those words.  Honestly unsure if my brain is even able to process this fully.  Next, I called Granny.  Just hearing her voice has a way of making your day and she made mine.  She was calm and happy as usual.  A comfort I’ve come to count on ever since Trump was elected president.  Thankfully, she is wise and was heeding the warnings.  She was keeping to herself and had ceased her water aerobics and shopping trips.  I told her if things were to deteriorate and get really, really bad we had a room for her and her dog here.  I’d be to her in 3 hours, day or night, and we would do anything to make her as happy as possible knowing that she does best in her own home.  She was touched by the offer and thought that made the most sense although we agreed only a dire circumstance would bring us to that juncture.  Marc put in for his telework agreement and gathered his laptop and other necessities to begin working from home.  He picked up my grocery order from Walmart.  With reports of “panic buying” I was anxious to see what all could be fulfilled.  It was just our usual weekly order and luckily most things were in stock or could be substituted with similar items.  We would be cooking from home from now on and foregoing our usual treat of eating out once or twice on the weekends.   When he got home I was so mentally and physically fatigued—I realized I hadn’t ate a bite of food all day.  Maybe I had lost my appetite or maybe just all the distractions.  We made 2 frozen pizzas because everyone seemed extra hungry for comfort food and ended up going to bed earlier than usual for a Friday night.  I slept surprisingly well, everything considered.  I think it was just all the buildup and being mostly home alone with the boys all week.